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[center][b]Lorentine Queen, Main Deck, Outside of Cargo Hold | Nighttime[/b]
Leon[@Jumbus] | Carmillia[@Animus] | Eun-Ji[@Medili][/center]
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Zarra had paid little mind to Eunji's commands, instead only watching the chaos unfold. However, he gets a glint of something he didn't like. He saw a man with missing arm, no hand in site, and a man staring over with almost sadistic pride. Zarra knew immediately what was up, [b][i]a bloodmage.[/i][/b] 

He has known about them for a long time, he is aware of the bad and the good they can do. But this man, who is taking joy in bringing about one of the greatest ways of suffering, it sickens Zarra. It takes Zarra a few seconds to really process the situation, and in that time, Eunji had made her first move, knocking the mage over and leaving them prone. The blond student doesn't even take into consideration that these are Traveler agents, not that he'd care from the apparent disgusted look on his face, just because you mentally allegiance yourself with a revolutionist doesn't mean you have to tolerate actual psychopaths.

Zarra sees his opportunity, and strikes. He takes the pipe, which is still rather hot, and puts his fingers onto the tip, leaving a visible red burn on them, he logically winces, but nonetheless sharpens the pipe into a javelin, using wind magic, he spins and hovers the metal spear above his hand. He carefully lines up his shot above the still sprawled binder. Finally, using his 3rd but final proficient magic, he magnetizes himself and the makeshift weapon with the same magnetic pole. He then slams his palm straight into the world's most basic ballista, spending all his mana amplifying the launch speed of the projectile

Normally Zarra would not be a very good shot with such an attack, within the hot mist of the whole room and the inconsistent lighting giving little in the way of depth perception. But with the bloodmage completely out of commission, there was little to account for. With a very violent [b]pop[/b] that can only come from the loosening of bone and muscle, the sadist feels his entire body go limp. He has a giant tube of metal sticking out of his neck, the sharpened tip bloodied and holding a piece of flesh still left. The mage's entire body shuts down as Zarra has incidentally severed his vertebrae with the assault. The world goes black for the Traveler Agent as his last thoughts dawning that his cruelty was likely his undoing.

Despite knowing exactly that was gonna happen, Zarra is a little spooked how brutal that was. He looks at the kinetic and internal chemist mage, not really with intimidation, but more of a [i]"holy crap, do we all want to have such a fate"[/i] kind of stare. Before the other combatants react, Zarra realizes how much of a mistake it was to just now leave himself open like this, and reactively shifts away as chaos immediately ensues, a butterfly effect of his own devising.