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The satisfaction of metal slicing through flesh and throwing the scent of blood into the air was immensely gratifying. Donovan watched Hasgad's expression morph into one of shock. Why were they always surprised? Mages were far too confident, they often forgot how fragile they were past their magic and spellcasting. Donovan was too eager to remind Hasgad that despite his title, his power, his prestige, he was nothing to his superior. He would be remembered only for his failure and mocked beyond his death. Perhaps any family would mourn him if the fates were kind. Of course, the poor fool had no idea that his sole purpose was to fall now, so it was a kindness on Donovan's part to end it quickly. Alas, his kindness went unappreciated. Much like a cornered wild animal, Hasgad lashed out by making an attempt at bringing down Donovan with him. An anticipated move, but theory only carried so far without practice. The vampire was stuck in place, the lightning tightening his grip. Any command his mind made to his body was wholly ignored, much to his frustration. Any mortal who was in his situation would have likely perished by now; the sheer amount of voltage Hasgad drew into their bodies was substantial. It would almost be impressive were it not so cumbersome.

His rescue came in the form of an either brave or stupid ploy by the same boy meant to be rescued. This must have been what they called dramatic irony; now it was the prey attacking the predator. Hasgad crumpled shortly after and Donovan was freed. Shaking off the effects of the lightning would not come easily. His fingers twitched without cause, much to his annoyance. He looked down at the injured mage with vague amusement for a second before assessing the situation around him. Victory was at hand and the rebellion princess declared that it was time to leave. Donovan knelt down and pulled Roan to his feet.

[color=C0C0C0]"I owe you my thanks,"[/color] He said.

Donovan found his foot hitting air to his confusion. Contarini did like his little tricks, didn't he? What Donovan saw, however, was beyond a simple gravity pull. His hand immediately snatched Roan to prevent the injured mage from floating up too much but he made sure to move them with the flow instead of fighting it. They were conveniently pulled towards the exit. He made no comment as Contarini pulled along Dylan in the moment but he did watch him. There was little point to that, he felt; if the mage lived, he would be robbed of most of his motor abilities, he reckoned. But that was a loose thread easily cut. Donovan had both feet planted firmly on the ground once the magic was gone. He could see the commander in the distance and wondered how long he had been there. 

[color=C0C0C0]"They're certainly possessive of our charges,"[/color] Donovan said. [color=C0C0C0]"If we had something to block the door, I assume we would have enough time to leave, if need be. Unless we ambush them in the trees."[/color]