[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/FBrdjSk/image.png[/img][h3]Malphas
Seaside Village[/h3][@Rune_Alchemist][@Crimson Paladin][/center]
Trying to chase after this sly creature was no easy feat. Having run across town trying to get a grasp on it was quite the exercise. If anything, Malphas thought the fox was making a fool out of him! It didn't matter either way. So long as Malphas kept sight of the creature, it would not slip out of their view. Perhaps Novak would cone out of nowhere with some sort of net or other apparatus to help catch the thing.

No matter what Novak had planned, it was clear to Malphas that the beast was cornered. Why else would it stop so plainly, encumbered with not one, but two stolen goods? Surely, a dull animal such as this wouldn't try to fool the mentally superior Malphas! Still, he knew he needed to be careful, because if he had performed one wrong move, it would scamper off once more! And Malphas was not in the mood for another jog across the village.

A thought entered Malphas's head. He began to think back to what happened earlier in the tower, when they had infused their legs with... magic to aide in their escape. Of course, Malphas knew that simply making himself faster would not give him the necessary dexterity to skillfully capture the creature. No, he'd have to do something else, something different. It was at this moment that Malphas had thought he made his next stroke of genius!

What if instead of infusing his legs with the energy within his soul, he instead filled his [i]words[/i] with such power?

Malphas took a deep breath as he attempted to work with the magical energies within him, attempting to direct it towards not his tongue, but the air within his lungs. Looking the fox right into its eyes, Malphas released the magically infused air, exhaling a simple phrase.

"[color=lightblue][b]Drop what you're holding.[/b][/color]"

Once more, Malphas played with powers that he didn't truly understand. It was no different than in life, after all. If he wished to reach the heights he truly sought for himself, then he would have to make the impossible happen.

lIf Malphas wished to be a saint, then he would have to learn to make miracles.