[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/FBrdjSk/image.png[/img][h3]Malphas
Second Floor, ???[/h3][@Rune_Alchemist][@Crusader Lord][@Guy0fV4lor][/center]
Despite being roughly jerked around and promptly blinded, Malphas was quite pleased with the results of his spell. For one, being able to perform any sorts of magical feats is an amazing thing in its own right, but to have that much power? Malphas's tears would be of joy, if they weren't of irritation from his attempt at casting spells. However, rather than being blinded, he was more surprised at Donovan's reaction to his miracle.

At first, Malphas believed that his words were minced. It was only after Malphas was grabbed by Donovan's big, meaty hands that he realized that something else was an issue. This man was likely nothing more than a glorified meathead! Perhaps he didn't know what "obfuscation" meant. Neanderthals didn't know what a lot of things meant, after all. Still, to leave it off as a misunderstanding would likely be Malphas's best bet. Between the rude jerking, the blinding light, and the sudden loud screeching, however, Malphas's own survival instincts kicked into high gear. All he could recall in this moment was what mommy taught him if he was being grabbed by a large man.

A superpowered knee flew into Donovan's groin, launched with the full lethal force of the Goddess's blessings.

Following the possible destruction of Donovan's ability to procreate in this lifetime, Malphas used the momentum of his knee raising to launch the top of his head straight towards the taller man's chin in an attempt to be freed of his grasp. Quickly afterwards, Malphas took a few steps back, his hands up in some sort of exaggerated defensive stance an actual practitioner like Leannah would find sad. Being blinded didn't help either, although Malphas did his best to at least keep an ear out for any immediate danger coming towards him. At the same time, he still needed to save face.

"[color=lightblue]The only thing that will get us killed is your lack of faith, fool![/color]" Malphas exclaimed, as he paid attention to the sound from the distance... Good, it was heading far off, and not to their location. Taking a deeper breath as he attempted to regain his bearings, Malphas stepped backward a few more times, hoping to make more distance between himself and the others as he continued to salvage whatever companionship may be left. "[color=lightblue]I suppose I should have explained myself more. I was using my blessing to hide our presence. And as a result, whatever was roaming these halls happened to pass by without paying heed to our little gathering. If anything, my ability would [i]not[/i] have worked with that stunt you just pulled...[/color]"

As Malphas's vision slowly began to return, he started to dust himself off, still keeping an ear out for any retaliation. The more he thinks about it, however, the more he believes these two are lost causes. Perhaps it would be best to lead the 'Guardian' right to them and run while they're forced to deal with it. It's clear his magical powers are that strong, after all...

Whatever would happen in the future depends solely on their cooperation.