It seemed he was wrong. Aion, as he had approached, could see that the one before him was having an inner battle, and that had been the reason for the spell. Aion lightly clapped his hands together, placing them against the ground. 

A runed circle blazed to life beneath his palms, and a small flare of energy arced off of it, dark blue in color. If Emlem knew what Transmutation was, and what it required, he would see that Aion was missing a key component...not because he forgot it, but because the youth did not need to draw circles at all.

The ground, in a twenty five foot radius around them, began to rise. It would shield Emlem and Aion from outside sources, unless someone broke through the wall or leapt over the twelve foot tall construction. The wall itself was around 5 or so feet thick, so that it wasn't just a push to knock down. 

"Strengthen your spell, or allow me to try and help. I have closed us off to prevent others from seeing."