[@Aristocles]

"Maybe so. But you've never fought one such as me before. I didn't come unprepared." He holds out his hand, and a pentagram appears in front of him, the symbols twisting and swirling in on themselves, and he begins chanting in elvish, the pentagram slowly shooting though with a bright green. His eyes even shift color, staining a deep green. Once the pentagram is fully green, which only takes a second, a wave of chaotic nature magic fires from the pentagram. "I'm still a Feyborn."