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[/center][hr][center][b][color=808080]Location:[/color][/b] The Palace Lawn
[b][color=4169E1]Skill:[/color][/b] Perception
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	The corner of Lyra's lips pulled up into a smirk at her mistress's words, and she gave a slight nod of her head in agreement. This Malekith guy was hiding something; she was sure of it. He was too quick to defend himself, and if that wasn't an admission of guilt, she didn't know what was. Well, perhaps she actually did. There was something else that seemed off about the man, and it took a moment of quiet observance and reflection to pinpoint it. His demeanor. His demeanor was off. For one, he seemed awfully calm for someone who had just been accused of kidnapping someone, let alone royalty. He was [i]too[/i] calm. Where was the fear? More than that, where was the remorse? He hadn't even offered one word of sympathy to the family who had literally just had their sister ripped away from them. There was most certainly something very off with this man, and it didn't settle well with Lyra. 

	Malekith, on the other hand, more or less ignored Valda's remark, his attention instead garnered by the brazen comments made by the leader of the Young Army. [I]Well, that went downhill fast,[/I] he thought to himself as his gaze swung over towards Puck. The look in his eyes gave nothing away, quite literally speaking. Just as Lyra had pinpointed, there was no fear and no remorse in the dark blue depths of his eyes. And no amount of acting could ever replicate that mirrored glint of emotion that showed in one's eyes. His eyes showed nothing, just like he felt nothing. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Well, in Malekith's case, he had no soul, only [b]Darkenesse[/b]. In the end, he didn't fear death. No, death and him were old friends. One thing was certain though. If this was to be his time, then he had nothing left to lose, and as such, he would take as many people as he could down with him.

	He let out a small disgruntled noise as he suddenly felt someone's [b]Magyk[/b] poking and prodding around in his mind. His gaze went back over to the source, Asha the [b]Magykal[/b], just before she was soon joined by the ExtraOrdinary Wizard Arya. [i]Great, [b]MindReading[/b],[/i] he thought with displeasure. [i]Good luck in there, ladies. You're going to need it.[/i] He stared them down, intently watching them and awaiting their reactions. Despite his mind essentially being violated right then, in some sick, twisted way it actually gave him pleasure. It would be its own form of slow torture, and he would relish in their pain. Even when he has since passed on, the images they witnessed would haunt them forevermore. They could kill him, but they would never be able to forget him and those images. And that was absolutely priceless to him. It was perhaps the ultimate form of torture.

	Malekith most certainly wasn't let down as pained and horrified expressions came to the wizards' faces. A devilish smirk came to his features unchecked. A part of him actually felt that having his cover blown was perhaps worth it just for this little moment of unspeakable pleasure. The act was up it would seem, which meant so were the niceties. 

	[color=4169E1]"I suggest you wipe that smirk off of your face before I wipe it off for you,"[/color] Lyra suddenly growled in warning. She stepped in his direction, her sword bared as she circled around him with slow, carefully placed steps. Her eyes were trained on him all the while until finally dropping when she came to a halt beside Asha and Arya. Normally she wouldn't avert her gaze from the enemy, but her concern was just too great to ignore. The fierceness in her eyes softened as she looked over at the two wizards. [color=4169E1]"Are you alright?"[/color] she asked earnestly, addressing the both of them, though her gaze seemed to linger on Asha.

	Malekith held back an actual chuckle at Lyra's threat. [I]Cute.[/I] His gaze went back over to the midget commander and Wendron Witch Mother. He scoffed at Jadis's words. [color=808080]"You know, I seem to recall your coven doing the same exact thing to your dear, sweet Valda. Would the death of one soldier truly have swayed you from your warpath? I mean look at the spoils you gained, a Wendron Witch crowned queen."[/color] he stated condescendingly, gesturing over to Valda.

	Lyra's head snapped back over to Malekith when she heard the no doubt toxic words that just spewed out of his mouth. He was surely trying to place blame elsewhere in order to divert their attention from him. In other words, he was trying to save his own skin at the expense of everyone else. [color=4169E1]"Shut your mouth!"[/color] she hissed.  

	Malekith fought the urge to roll his eyes again. As the others began arguing over what to do with him, he took the moment's reprieve to look over his shoulder and out into the crowd. His dark eyed gaze searched for his fellow coven members, wondering if they were still out there or if they had already made their getaway. He fairly quickly pinpointed them, the twins' silver hair being a bit of a giveaway. He then quickly turned his gaze forward again, where it was to be met by Lyra's piercing blue green gaze.

	Lyra's head cocked to the side slightly, having caught Malekith's suspicious attempt to look over his shoulder. Was he looking for someone, perhaps maybe his coven members? She looked past him to survey the crowd, seeing if anything, or anyone, stood out. Her perceptive gaze did a few passes over the large group before two individuals with striking silver hair caught her attention at the back of the crowd. As her gaze lingered on them, she also noticed a blonde, ginger, and brunette with them. They seemed to be huddled together conversing, which was a bit off-putting considering most people were panicking. [i]Hmmm, curious. Maybe they're his coven members?[/i] she thought to herself. She looked back over to Malekith with a blatant smirk on her face. [color=4169E1]"Rookie move, Malekith,"[/color] she taunted, before she turned back to Asha and Arya and told them of what she saw.

	[i]Or was it?[/i] Malekith thought with a barely concealed smirk.