"They don't have to be like the dolls, just something we can throw that will have a sort of violent reaction. Like an explosive cocktail." Ruli put in, somewhat intrigued by whatever Daryll had been working on in his chambers. "You're not messing with that stuff alone, are you? What if it had gone wrong? Someone should be on the sideline taking notes."
As Elva turned to ask about the Ring and Kire willingness to remove it, he looked surprised. "She's taken it off several times, as far as I know. Everytime she's gone in to -" Ruli paused, then sighed. "Everytime she goes near the Lithilote Court in my world. They don't allow magic, and Kire removed the Ring each time to avoid their restraints. She went all— its hard to describe. Slow, and lethargic. Which may very well happen inside of our ward." Ruli rubbed the bridge of his nose. "She might be able to function well enough to fight if she's within our circle."

Moments later, Kire and Ysaryn walked in, the elf sporting two beautiful sabers. She puffed out her chest proudly. "[i]You look very deadly.[/i]" Ruli complimented. 
Ysaryn only waggled her eyebrows at him. 
"Kire, how much of a chance is it that you'll react to our wards here like you did in Lithilote?" Ruli asked, returning to the task at hand. "If this is some sort of trap, we may need you elsewhere, where you're capable of fighting. We were discussing somehow replicating your blue flashes inside. Preferably with magic that they may sense." His gaze fell on Ysaryn, who snorted. 
"No. If one of us is to be Kirai, it would be you. Gold hair, blue eyes."
Ruli frowned at her, not sure if she meant to criticize or actually suggest her pretend to be Kire. "I'm a half a foot taller, no one would believe that."
"They not look at you. Only blue light and magic." She answered. "But is pointless. If she cannot use magic, nor can you."
Ruli hissed, rubbing his brow.