Arn could see why Eilis glow had been challenged by the dark aura that surrounded the woman on top of her.  The mage was seasoned enough to note that the woman could handle herself and was confident in that skill.  

He tensed when he saw the girl pick up his lady but there was not much he could do.  At the current heat, his fire blast would incenerate both victim and attacker.  All he could do was flare up and snarl at the woman as she toyed with Eilis.  

The Master Mage took a step forward only to be challenged by the poor Eilis being used as a shield and bait.  He felt the anger rising inside him.  He barely noticed the arrival of Tyrhallan but was glad for the battle experience of the knight as he took a place to his right with enough space between them to not present easy targets.  

The mage’s mind worked at hyper speed trying to figure out how best to free the tattooed beauty.  It appeared that the woman was able to manipulate her hairs.  Scientifically, this meant that by using the Aether as a catalyst, the woman was able to harden and manipulate her hair to grow and move as desired.  Hair was naturally strong and this was even more apparent as it held Eilis captive and lifted above the ground. 

Arn’s soul sank as the woman reacted to the Knight Captain’s demand and Eilis own attempt at escape.  His hear jumped each time the poor girl hit the ground and his mind screamed in horror and anger.  A deep rage bubbled from inside like the fiery vengeance of a volcano.  His mind started to go blank as his eyes went full black and his fire extended from his hands to past his elbows.  

Ironically, it was only when Eilis was tossed to the ground seemingly unconscious that Arn snapped out of his rage.  His tactical mind took over and he sprang into action.  

[color=0054a6]“Tyrhallan, take care of Eilis!”[/color]  he shouted as his arms covered in blood red flames and he sent two pillars of flame towards the deadly woman and her summons.  The fire would slam with force as if the flames were solid.  The air itself hissed as the fire hungrily sucked in air to feed the inferno.  

After a second or two, Arn would leap into the air using a burst of win from below his feet as a way to boost his jump.  While in the air, he crossed his hands in front of him and then threw his hands to his sides rapidly.  The motion sent two blade like gusts of air towards the target in a x pattern.  

Using another burst of air he propelled himself towards the opposite side that Eilis lay to focus the attention of the woman on him.  [color=0054a6]“You said you wanted to have some fun.  Well here I am you bitch!  Lets see if you are still laughing after I melt that smile off your face!”[/color]  

He was angry.  Not only because this woman had hurt Eilis.  Not only because she was the embodiment of what Arn hated.  Which was those with power abusing the weak.  Not only the fact that she had dared to insinuate that Eilis had whored herself to him and Tyrhallan.   But what burned the most in his mind was the image of this Master that was mentioned abusing Eilis or touching her without her consent. 

The master mage had seen his own mother cry herself to sleep and scrub after her encounters until the skin was raw.  No woman should ever have to face that but most definitely no woman whom Arn felt such a strong connection and sense of protection. 

He would keep his promise to her and would kill the medusa in front of him even if it cost him his life.