--- Warehouse ---

Tibrus was glad he took the small concoction when he did, else he'd never hope of dodging the blade as he did. While ducking to the ground Tibrus burst forward, shoulder-tackling the thug with surprising force and speed. The orange arcs that jumped about Tibrus' body now latched onto the thug, who would find that his movements slowed. It wasn't a full paralysis but the man would be fighting at a disadvantage now.

Using that speed the Architect pulled back out of the swords reach to see what this thug would do.


--- Practice Halls --- 
Kazudain had watched impassively as things progressed. He found the boy's ability quite fascinating, though he did note something particular about the boy's shift.

[i][color=7ea7d8]'Hmm, it doesn't cover everything. So the technique isn't fully mastered perhaps yet? File for later.'[/color][/i] Watching still as he gathered the power internally. Maldur for his part was greatly annoyed by his unwelcome passenger. After the failed attempt of using his masters lightning against him, the cat beast made to freeze the runt but said runt dove into his shadow with a surprising swiftness. Turning quickly Maldur caught the boy's scent as it reappeared, right under his master cloak. 

It's master was stupid sometimes. Maldur knew if it had the capacity to he would groan at some of the things the man had done during their long history together. Getting caught by this young cub of a boy wasn't stupid; a bit surprising yes but not stupid. The boy was quite crafty, the master was correct in saying they had to fight a bit more unorthodox to win.

Which is what its master did, which is what Maldur believed was stupid. It just miffed the cat-beast that letting yourself get stabbed worked for his master.

As one trains in the use of lightning magics they find that as a side effect their own thoughts and reactions tend become naturally faster as they try to control the chaotic energies. As a master with centuries of experience and training in the element, Kazudain's reaction time gave new meaning to the term [i]swift[/i]. Being in a meditative state did slow him in some ways but there were always a means to bring oneself back to the forefront of awareness and respond. Pain being a chief means of such and it wouldn't be the first time the man used it. 

As the blades pierced his flesh Kazudain was instantly out of the trance, grinning as his own makeshift trap was sprung. Before the blades could touch his lungs, a truly massive current of lightning burst from the man, stunning those watching by both light and sound. It covered Kazudain and flowed through him, burning the poison from his blood stream with easy direction. At the same time it would flow through the boy's dark imbued limbs that stretched from the shadow of the man's cloak and covered his legs. It would also flow through the blades currently nicking his sides. The heat from the blades would no doubt cauterize the wounds giving Kazudain some time before they needed to be healed.

Unlike the earlier bolt, this constant current was flowing in an amount by several orders of magnitude. If the small bolt only made the dark ooze merely bubble, this constant flow would prove far more devastating. 

With the poison now burned away, Kazudain was free to move as he wished. With a crack of thunder the man appeared on the other side of the hall from his starting position. While the ooze that clung to his legs would probably remain, the limbs that stabbed him wouldn't be so lucky.

While it seemed that a few minutes had passed, the entire exchange from the boy's appearance from Kazudain's shadow to that man's movement across the room had taken only 4 seconds.

If he was right and the boy's limbs did stretch out if not disconnect entirely from the sudden movement, Maldur would freeze them solid in blocks of ice after letting out a bellowing roar to unsettle the boy further.