When he had rushed forward, jolting into Igeyorhm  with his body horizontal and fists set ablaze right into his abdomen area, Jaakuna felt confident about how this was going. He felt a surge of power flow through him. He had made a direct hit, not only that but the False Scion appeared to have a rather noticeable burn on his stomach, so for a moment, he thought it was going to be a smooth ride of him pounding this guy into the pavement, and everyone could stop worrying.

But, of course like all things, Jaakuna misread the situation. On top of him appearing to be fine, this idiot had the nerve to speak about Emiri again. This fired up Jaakuna so much, his entire body manipulated the natural mist in the air, and his entire body was surrounded by a flame-like aura of mist, he gave Igeyorhm a nasty expression. [color=ed1c24]“You will not speak about her--”[/color] Jaakuna was suddenly interrupted by Emiri taking to the sky, aiming for the Emperor’s Tower. [color=ed1c24]“--wait, where is she going? I’m trying to defend her!”[/color]

[color=lightblue]“It doesn’t look like she needs your protection.”[/color] Savayna noted, laughing at Jaakuna’s expense as she noticed how quick Emiri was flying off.

[color=teal]“She’s always full of surprises,”[/color] Michel mused aloud.

After that moment of shock, Jaakuna shook it off and turned to face Igeyorhm. No matter if she was present or not, Jaakuna still had most of his mind decided that he was going to fight on behalf of his darling Emiri. [color=ed1c24]“Let’s do this!”[/color] Jaakuna let out a battle cry, stepping forward as fire trailed behind him. He extended his right arm forward and fire magick was expelled from it, covering Igeyorhm in a stream of crimson flame. If that didn’t work, Jaakuna would simply use his other arm to double the magickal output.

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Deep inside the Tomb of Raithwall where he rested, shadows within shadows gathered above and below it, cracking the walls of stone until they broke from the pressure. However, as the blocks had started to threaten to cave in, these shadows seemed to activate some kind of ancient magick that not only froze them but it reversed their destruction to set them back in place. Then, from the cracks, the shadows took a semi-solid shape that looked almost humanoid. They approached the tomb and gave each other a glance. 

Their hands locked with one another, beckoning other shadows to appear. It had gotten to the point where over one-hundred shadows filled the room. They were on the ground, on the walls, on the ceiling, some where hovering - but all of them had their skinny arms locked. After a while, it seemed like nothing was happening, but that wasn’t the case. In actuality, there was something vile at work. And for those who had just entered the tomb, they were walking right into it without even being aware of what [i]it[/i] was.

“It’s time,” one of the shadows said, stepping away from the others. Its form became slightly visible. It was a male of some sort, his face still covered in shadows, but medium-length hair was seen and the sight of distorted eyes made through the light emanating from the entrance to where the Tomb of Raithwall - the [i]actual[/i] tomb - rested. “Our guests approach. Prepare the Reckoning.”