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[h2][color=silver]Ferrin Astra[/color][/h2]

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The aether wizard rolled his eyes at Time Lord's boasting and more then that, his nickname choice. Again with the 'Old Man'. [color=silver]"That is nice and all, Timmy, but someone assisting you would decrease the chance of you tripping over your own clumsy feet and knocking yourself senseless, which, while it would bring me great personal entertainment, would also set the dragon lose. So--"[/color]

Ferrin saw the dragon break free. He heard Sasha scream. He saw it spit fire and death, and smelled the smoke on the air, but he was slow--Too Slow!--to stop it! He desperately prepared a defensive spell, knowing it would be futile. Too Late!

Time shifted. And a new reality was created. Simultaneously, he felt a burning sensation in his right eye causing him to wince reflexively raise a hand to cover it. The dragonfire vanished like an illusion and the dragon was still held in check. The memory of the old time began to fade, becoming like something from a dream.  Ferrin was dismayed by how fast it happened, the unexplained pain fueling his anger. [color=silver][I]Too slow! I need to be faster and more alert! If that had been real…[/I][/color] He ground his teeth in frustration, yet shivered. Sasha’s desperate scream had chilled him to the bone. Over and over he had heard that fear; he never wanted to hear it again. The phantom pain in his eye faded slowly, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. Much delayed, Shiden fell into his hand, a comforting weight, marred by the thought that he should have already had it in hand.

He whirled and pointed a Gauntlet finger at Cecilia, the exceed he had met earlier with the ice dragon slayer. [color=silver]"You. Winged Cat. Carry this fool."[/color] He hooked a metal thumb back at Time Lord.
He listened and nodded in acknowledgement of the guildmaster and Sasha, once to each. He raised his voice once more. [color=silver]"Everyone, we have a guide, follow me! And don't forget to cover our tracks."[/color] But then he hesitated, as a thought occurred to him. A simple trick…but would it fool a dragon? One way to find out, since Time Lord held it down, he had some time to craft the spell. 
He took a deep breath, and with it, gathered his magic and solidified his will. To do this right, he need to keep his emotions in check. It wasn’t easy, but with experience of long practice, he pulled across him the Heart of Steel, a meditative state of mind that set aside emotions, eliminated irrelevant thought, and focused his will. 

Visually, he suddenly relaxed, tension draining and his eyes becoming flat, slowing nothing. His clothing rippled slightly from a wind that wasn’t there. He lifted his metal fist and imagined what he wanted. Then, he added a drop of aether. Immediately, the wind exploded into a strong directionless gust. When the spell felt right, he made a brushing motion. [color=silver]“True Illusion: Blind.”[/color]

Around the frozen dragon’s eyes, a dark cloud formed. It would absorb any and all light from reaching the dragon’s sight.

Still in the same state, he curled his fist and made another motion. [color=silver]“True Illusion: Spoor.”[/color] There was a shimmer around the Dragon’s nose, but nothing more. The spell gave off a powerful ammonia smell, that would, hopefully, confuse its sense of smell.

Once more. Just the little bit of Aether used and he was already feeling it. But he knew that if he didn’t, these simple illusion cantrips, and that was all they were, wouldn’t fool a dragon.

[color=silver]“True Illusion: Deafen.”[/color] This final spell would put a meaningless noise in the dragon’s ear, to obscure, but he could not eliminate, it’s hearing.

These circumstances were unique, this isn’t something he could pull off in combat. He was both close enough and had enough time to precisely aim his spells.

He released his magic with a sigh, but he was still deeply calm. Ferrin gestured with his metal arm. [color=silver]“Follow me.”[/color] he said simply, before taking off in a jog that gradually sped into a sprint. Mavis was actually the one leading the way, he followed her, being one of two who could see her, and everyone else could follow him. He was careful to regulate his speed to not to leave his companions behind.