[hr][hr][center][h1][color=darkgray]Lucivar DeLuxor[/color][/h1]
[h2][color=darkgray][u]Dene Nehel[/u][/color][/h2][/center][hr][hr]

It was a wonder to think at how people often though they had the upper hand in things, and how easily their plans were shattered in a few short seconds. Even his own plans – or what he had intended to do at least – were now nothing more than possibilities that would never be explored. Just like this fool woman’s plans at trying to control him. He had to give her credit, however, for even thinking she could control him.

Had she played her cards right, had she done something slightly different, than perhaps he would have seen himself in her grasp. But luck would have it that he not only got the upper hand on her, but that he even got to escape with Andressa no less.

Lucivar smiled as the waves of pressure he was creating subsided, the walls sifting with settling dust. He walked over to his aide, offered her a hand, then made his way to a wall between two shattered windows and placed his hand on its smooth, cold surface. A moment later, it exploded outward in a cloud of dust and rubble. 

[color=darkgray]“Pray the Darkness is with you the next we meet, Sonya,”[/color] he said then to Andressa and in a lighter tone, continued, [color=darkgray]“hold on tight.”[/color] His wings flapped and he flew out into the air, using the Craft to carry himself higher and go faster out of the manor and eventually the city itself into the countryside where he saw a pair running through the hills. A part of him, the part that was still connected to Dene Nehel and saw protecting the land as a priority, wanted to go down there and help them but what could he do? What help could he offer them save some words? He eventually decided against it and flew onward.