--- Practice Halls ---

Feeling both the nick and the warm numbness spreading through his leg, Kazudain merely looked back as the blade disappeared into shadows once more. Turning back to Thessir, the man's grin looked somewhat feral. Without a prompt Maldur growled low, eyes aglow as a ring of ice appeared on Kazudain's leg, binding tightly to the limb as a tourniquet. Kazudain knew it wouldn't stop the poison's spread but it would slow it down a margin.

[color=7ea7d8]"It's rare to see one so young have hold of poisons so potent. A black market purchase no doubt."[/color] His grin seemed to get wider as he held the wounded leg up. [color=7ea7d8]"It seems we must fight a bit more... unorthodox Maldur."[/color] He knew a few blessings that would help but it was a race against the clock as this one needed a little time to build.

Slamming his paw on the ground Maldur made his irritation known by summoning a vast sheet of ice upon the ground, stretching to both sides of the hall. With a roar that shook the hall Maldur was encased in gleaming ice armour. Brushing against his Master, Thessir wouldn't see the spark that passed between the two. 

With nary a warning Maldur crossed the distance to Thessir faster than would be anticipated. Attacking from the side Maldur swiped with a large paw, claws outstretched. If Thessir didn't dodge he'd be in for a world of hurt. If he did, he still have little time to react to the mace of ice that encased the end of the tiger's tail. If that one slammed home, Thessir would be knocked flat. And if he dodged [i]that[/i], he'd likely get struck by the beam of lightning coming from the wounded master. All the while ice would sprout where Maldur stepped, growing outward to make uneven ground.

Maldur had a odd love to children, even those Thessir's age no matter the race. But the cat-beast could smell the potency of the poison used and that made all bets off. There were other reasons why this angered Maldur but for now he focused on the young boy before him. Thessir would find that the cat-beast wouldn't give him a moments peace, moving with a swiftness that seemed impossible for it's size.

Kazudain concentrated, in a somewhat meditative state as he breathed slowly. The smile was gone, all his focus was on keeping his heart rate slowed and gathering the power needed. It was somewhat like his debuff blessing but this version was a little more, let's say, self harming in ways. While he would still need a potion brewed to remove the effects of the poison, what Kazudain was about to do would rid him of the poison already in his system.

--- Warehouse ---

Quickly taking out a flask from his pocket, Tibrus thought for a moment on how it came to this before taking drinking it all. Orange sparks soon danced across his form. He looked to Enishi and spoke softly through the charm Faye gave them.

[color=a2d39c]"We'll have to hold that idea for now. You handle the larger one, he's definitely more skilled. We'll join you once we subdue the thug. Miss Faye,-"[/color] He cast her a quick glance, still whispering through the charm. [color=a2d39c]"Knock-out and sleeping charms if possible, or if you have a better idea I'll differ. I can hold the thug off for a bit to give you time but this brew won't last very long.[/color]"