"Oh it isn't I that will deny Lord Ocra the imprisonment of Rook. That will be The Gatekeeper Himself."

The green aura swurling through and around Thaliar's hands, suddenly shined brighter than the sun at it's highest. Their surroundings basket in a sick green light, illuminating the dark sleeping trees now gone into hybernation for the winter, before it all turned dark again. But in that short moment of light, the three characters saw what the Elf truly could wield. 

Like rays of light through a cloudy sky, the green light burst from Thaliar's hands, shooting though the air before suddenly going into the ground. For a moment one could see something green make its way through the snowy ground of the woods, sillhueting sleeping plants and creatures, before shooting up again undearneath Rook and the guard. A sound of cracking bones, flaking cloth and skin, and the whimpered gasp of air was the last thing that was heard from the guard, as the knife dropped down into the snow silently. 

Thaliar stepped forward, the green aura getting dimmer with every step he took towards Rook. But the smirk on his face remained as he held out a hand to the ranger. "Good to see you again, Rook. You won't believe what we've been through to track you down. Almost feels like you didn't want to be rescued."