[h3][color=bedded][b][center] Thomas Richard Harrison [/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] THE FLOOR IS LAVA! (Floor 2)
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] The Wild Hogs, The Group, Little(r) Pig A. [/indent][/center]

Turn the hourglass,
Ten thousand grains,
Time to slowly pass;
Trickle down drain.

It seemed that Ash had come to, after a bit of roughhousing with Kyra, but they weren't out of the doghouse yet. This mysterious man, Leo, seemed to be more magically inclined than he let on. One moment he was there guarded by Nor, the next, well... Elsewhere. Enchantments could be broken by some application of some escape mechanism, usually traumatic stimuli that would snap a mind to revert to a more primal state usually untouched by enchantment spells. But teleportation was a finer art that required a caster to not only know where they are and where they desire to be, but also where they will be during transit. There were some cases of transpositions resulting in spellcaster deaths, usually involving spatial complexities of the first nine dimensions which turn the magus inside out at the destination. Thomas himself used a method that bypassed the limitations of the first nine dimension by jumping beyond them and into the far realm where the dark stars ruled. But enough theory, this was a situation based in reality. A reality in which the floor was melting. Dissolving like the sands of an hourglass, pulled through the eye of the needle, and there Ash, Kyra, and Satilla were sent crashing down.

[color=bedded]"Fistandantilus' Grave! Sat-"[/color] A mild exclamation as Thomas took a step towards the sudden sinkhole, but the boy was too late. All three were gone, well four if you count the enemy magi. And in their stead two big bad pigs. Porcine pummelers, although by the looks of things they weren't boring old boars. No, a farm boy know his livestock, a boar or two wasn't too uncommon out in the countryside, lost pigs after a few years did get wilder and more aggressive after generations as their feral side took over. These weren't as much feral as demonic, and were as demonic as they were ugly, they were Ugly. Still though, since it seemed to be part of Thomas' niche to identify what it was they were facing the sorcerer gulped and turned to face the smaller of the two large hogs trigger hand ready to cast. [color=bedded]"Fiendish Boars! Sana, I'll need some help with the small one.."[/color]

Without a confirmation, and instead putting a good amount of faith and trust into a teammate, Thomas unleashed his long held spell. His eyes darkening as emptiness turned his sclera black, swallowing all light from the usually brightness of his eyes. In turn the boar would feel a force tugging at its body, just behind the bashed bookcase where Ash and Kyra played, the gravitational void cast. A tear in the universe, a hole to be be filled, a hunger for anything within range it could consume. [i]Though Thomas could not see the spells effects,
 the gravity did its job in pulling the smaller boar back into the furnishings, battering it about to its fiendish ruckus as blood seeped out from the split hide the injuries made[/i] The greater the darkness blinding the boy, the greater the force of the gravity well until Thomas' vision was gone leaving him open for a counter attack. It was the price for the spell. Of which, was the price their enemy paid to summon these boars here? And warping the floor like... That.

Hopefully Satilla, Ash and Kyra would be okay. Especially Satilla since she'd be the one to patch up Kyra and Ash...