[color=darkorange][center][h1]Mason Drake[/h1][/center][/color]
[hr][@Jollan][@Rai][@geurls][@Brithwyr]
The world around Mason seemed to move so fast, Dremmick became encased in ice, the scythe girl seemed to phase about the room, attempting to kill the old lady, only to be thrown back.

As the Oro girl's scythe dissapeared, an intoxicating song began to escape her lips. Mason felt his mind slowly slipping from his grasp. [i]What was this?[/i] Rising to his feet like a puppet controlled by inivisible strings, he began to stumble toward the strange warrior.

As he drew closer to her, something once again stirred deep with Mason, followed by an incredible headache. Dropping his sword, and falling to his knees in agony, his hands shakily raised to his head, gripping the sides until his knuckles turned white. [b]IT HAD TO STOP.[/b] Slowly, Mason's fingers slid into his ears, driving harder, and further until blood ran down his cheeks. The world turned silent. For the moment, he was free.

Looking about, he realized that the song was not only affecting him, but his friends as well. Even worse, the Tyro bandit was moments from being set free. It was a gamble, but there was only one option; clenching his eyes shut for but a moment, he cast the only spell he dared risk . When they opened once more, his green eyes had been replaced with those akin to that of a shark, those in the room would find themselves rapidly being robbed of their senses, until finally.... Nothing.

Though Smother was perhaps his most proficient spell, he still had far to go. As the world disappeared from the others, so too, did it disappear from Mason; who quickly snatched up his sword before his sight had left him. As the world went dark, bodies became whispy white shapes, though Mason had heard that seraphim had the ability to see souls, he'd never been able to do it before. He slowly began to crawl toward the enemies, knowing that without his sense of touch, trying to stand would be a fool's errand. As he got within reach of his foes, Mason shifted onto his knees, ignited his sword, and swung his blade three times, once at the base of each basilisk's head, and once at the hand of the Oro.