[color=92278f][center][h1]Leta[/h1][/center][/color]
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The samurai was proud. The archduke had warned Leta about this. “Out there, will be men who don’t care for the odds. They are fueled by passion, their hearts clouded. They are not Wingdred.”

[color=92278f]“Allow me to show you,”[/color] Leta said as he reached for his waist. He pulled out a small metal trinket of some sort. Suddenly a pole extended from the trinket forming a staff. Leta raised the staff and the fine glass lifted from the samurais hand. 

[color=92278f]“As the powder moves through the air. The magic wielder must maintain extreme focus, ensuring one piece is not lost. For the others will follow. There is a 90% chance the barrier will fail causing catastrophic damage to your men.”[/color]

As he said this the powdered glass began to fall to the ground slowly at first and then quicker.

[color=92278f]“On average this will lead to 600 needless blindings of your own men. And 16 deaths.”[/color]

Leta lifted his staff again, bringing the dust together in the air and putting it in the vial.

[color=92278f]“If the items are levitated through the air in a container and released, the needless death is reduced to 6 and blindings, 300”[/color]

Leta walked over to the vial and picked it up moving back to where he had been standing.

[color=92278f]“Often times the simplest solution is the best”[/color] he said as he poured the shards onto the floor. [color=92278f]“Let us fly for the resistance.”[/color]

Leta flicked his staff again drawing the fine glass back into its housing and floated it back to the table.