[center][h1][color=purple]Reisus[/color][/h1][/center]
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	Stella's blade streaked through the corridor, the light it let off cascading over all the edges of the hard interior of the prison ship, flying at a deadly speed down the hall directly towards their mysterious opponent. Before it was stopped instantly in its tracks, without reaching its intended target. As if caught by some invisible being. The creature now met the blade with some tool- a staff- which set it alight momentarily. And then the voice pierced Reisus' mind.

	It was chilling- as one might expect. Someone- or some[i]thing[/i], whatever this opponent was- was in his head. He didn't like it. But who would? [color=bc8dbf][i]How are-[/i][/color] he began to question in his own consciousness, as if the entity could hear his thoughts- but he was soon interrupted by the movement of Stella's now-still-floating blade. It began spinning rapidly until soon, more blades began to split off from the first one until there were several. And then they stopped and faced him and his comrades. And flew straight towards them.

	However, his squad had other plans. One of the knives clattered to the ground before it reached the group. Reisus was not completely sure what the others were completely capable of, but only one reason made sense to him why only a [i]single[/i] blade would clatter to the ground- the rest were illusions, and the floor had just been magnetized. [color=bc8dbf][i]Smart.[/i][/color] he thought. [color=bc8dbf][i]That would probably be this "Stella". She seems like she'd like magnetism..[/i][/color]

	However, before he could advance to engage with their opponent, he noticed something else. Soon the group was being sprinkled with water- it had seemed as though the water from Eldrid's attempted cleansing was now being blasted back towards them by sudden, powerful winds. Reisus didn't know much about combining magic and items, or magical items, and he only knew what he could learn from books- so he wasn't sure what the source of the wind was, perhaps the staff?. But perhaps maybe it came from the runes that were fading from the environment ahead of them.

	The winds blasting into his face and eyes made it somewhat difficult to keep them open- even causing his eyes to tear up a little. But he did his best, and in the commotion he thought he saw their mystery opponent trying to slip away.
	[color=92278f]"It's trying to escape."[/color] he warned. [color=92278f]"If this is the way Realist is, we have to fight through it, or chase it away."[/color] he advised his team. His unoccupied hand moved down to his thigh, and soon his legs had become heavier due to his magic. He started stomping down the hall- which now resembled a wind tunnel- trying his best to keep his balance. He would attempt to fire at the seemingly fleeing opponent, but he doubted his accuracy would be very great with the forceful wind blowing the barrel of the hand-gun off-course.