[quote=@The Otter] [center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center] [hr][@Raineh Daze][@Psyker Landshark][@VitaVitaAR] [hr] After a quick glance through the crack he'd opened at the choking Nem, Fionn drew back from the door, turning towards the bed. [color=#008b8b]"This is one for you, ma'am,"[/color] he said quickly to Tyaethe. [color=#008b8b]"Someone's magically choking our Nem. If you can break it, I've got the door for you."[/color] [/quote] [center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/383674146426454019/665651481101467679/NicomedeHeader.png[/img] [hr][/center] [color=aa0808]"I think I can help."[/color] The blonde man slipped past Fionn with the lone, quiet sentence. He moved quickly, but not hurriedly; hurrying made for mistakes, mistakes that could be afforded [i]least[/i] when time was short. He rolled up the sleeves of his formal attire in quick, efficient movements and surveyed the scene. The problem was obvious, the source unseen and untouchable. No physical force to oppose, and thus no physical remedy to be found. A human could survive without air for a couple of minutes. A Nem wouldn't last as long, not with their smaller size. An attack by arcane means required a defense in kind. [color=aa0808][i]"Accerchiare d'acqua."[/i][/color] A small canteen from his pocket, upended on the ground,, did not fall in the random grasp of gravity; it arched, wrapping a perfect circle of water on the ground around the Nem with an unbroken sheen of surface tension. Purely holistic magic had never been his strongest suit. But in this moment Nicomede was the one at hand, the one with a chance to square himself against the malignant force that sought to end the same life it had sought to ruin. He would [i]not[/i] allow that to happen. However strange this place had felt, however much thought it took to try and reconcile the people he had been in this place of nobility, [i]this[/i] was crystal clear. He would [i]not[/i] permit this. Magic obeyed rules, and if you understood them you could understand the nature of a work. Within versus without, like behaved as like, and so on. With this circle, with his will, he created adversity; he set himself against the work by cutting it off from its target. A threshold, a barrier, that malevolence would have to project its will across. If it would not [i]stop[/i] it would [i]slow[/i]. He would [i]force[/i] the evil to force its way past his will, and in so doing he would force it to reveal itself. [color=aa0808]"Protection of Moon, protection by water. Protection of innocence that will not falter."[/color] The circle began to glow, softly, as if infused with moonlight. [color=aa0808]"Within thy demesne evil holds no sway. So as I plead, as I pray. [i]Guardia lunare.[/i]"[/color] His eyes pierced the space before him, a second flask of water clasped in his hand. If the source was revealed he would strike, and strike without hesitation. Until that moment, until the crisis passed, he would set his will against evil. [@VitaVitaAR]