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[b]Canal District, Arrondissement 10, In Front of (the former) McDonalds[/b]

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In the blink of an eye, the enemy Servant had disappeared as waves of mana swept from them. Before Eichhörnchen could fully step out of the establishment. It didn't take him looking behind him to notice the franchise had been completely demolished, the sounds of destruction were enough of an indication of that.

Instead, he busied himself with his newfound predicament. That being his tumble through the air. But a simple application of floating magecraft took care of that for him as he corrected his course and set himself down on the ground. Unfortunately, it would seem that the destruction of the McDonalds behind him had sent a barrage of rubble into the air, slightly injuring Eichhörnchen as he floated his way back down to the ground

As soon as he touched down, his hands reached up to his face, securing his shades, which had miraculously stayed upon his face, between his fingers.

With a flourish, he brandished his Mystic Eye Killers off his face, surging magical energy to his eyes while leaning on his cane, the impact of his new injury clearly visible.

"Allfather, grant me sight."

Steadily making his way over to Madhisi, tucking away his Mystic Eye Killers into his pockets.

From his eyes alone it became apparent he felt a degree of anger at the sheer irresponsibility displayed by the opposing master. To expose mystery to the world at large is the greatest sin a magus could attempt to do. And even worse, if he were to win, this would mean he would have to pay for the damages, reducing his income and prize. 

Dancing beams of light shone behind his eyelids, the image of the moon and it's lustrous surface awakening the burning feeling of power. Pain danced across his body, a familiar friend that had accompanied him throughout his life. 

Leaning against his cane for support, he began to straighten his back and began to cast a curse of self-healing upon himself, feeding it magical energy to heal himself from his own non-substantial injuries.

In the back of his mind, he was composing several suitable punishments against the philistine who had decided to engage in a public space.