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There was indeed a hand reaching down into the water, but it was not searching for Rei. A red crimson cloud grew around it. It gathered like a small storm cloud in contrast to the bright sky above, even mimicking lightning with small zaps of magical energy dancing around in it.

Drakus had seen the others engage the new Kappa and slid around in the shadows to avoid any such confrontation. Helping himself to a wooden raft he had noticed during his earlier scuffle, Drakus pushed himself out to the center of the pond. Such basic methods he felt were beneath him but at this point he hadn’t the magic reserves to do much else. The lasts of which he was using now. Leaning over the edge of the poorly constructed floating device, in the middle of the pond, his eyes were shut in deep concentration as his hand gently sway in the murky warm water. 

But then she grabbed him, with a sigh of inconvenienced disappointment he pulled her out the water and dropped her on the small space beside himself. 
No words followed as the craft bounce about, only a stern glare. 
 
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[i]Earlier[/i]
He had felt it, something very wrong. It hollowed him to his bones. An icy chill running through his veins. This was not like his usual haunting day-mares, this was not the ghosts of his past or side effects of his fatigue. His blood was telling him that something bad, vile even for his standards, was taking place in that pond. 
His left over magic, his spilt blood, the dropped weapon... Something. Something was screaming at him, dragging and pulling him back there by his veins and arteries. 
Did this have something to do with the sudden surge of power he experienced earlier? Either way he could not ignore it. He was far from recovered, having only just slipped into his icebath when the feeling consumed him. 
He heard the others leaving as he got up and dressed himself in new attire. Arming himself with his swords he took off after his comrades.