[center][h2][b][color=silver]Lhirinthyl[/color][/b][/h2][/center][hr]
While Lhirin absorbed the various utterances of those behind him, the only ones that found significant purchase were Irah's. Though he made his judgements in a flash, Lhirin reevaluated his initial thoughts on the witch hunters, given Irah's warning. He gritted his teeth slightly, the sensation of them grinding helping him offset the anger he felt for their ignorance and zealotry. Thoughtless, but sadly not incompetent. He'd keep a closer eye on them when they came into view, but before that....

Lhirin glanced repositioned his left arm, putting his sheath's surface in view once more. This done he began to chant, his words quiet but precise. The runes on the ebon wood of the sheath's surface began to glow as he channeled energy through the implement. Then, as he entered the armory, he completed his spell. There was a brief actinic flash, like a scattering of faint sparks across the surface of the sheath, then his blade, then his person. It faded in the next instant replaced by a strange warbling pressure in the air around the deigan mage.

[i]Magnetic Field.[/i]

While the spell split his attention, he figured it was worth it and quite swiftly it might become apparent why that was the case as a pouch at his waist opened by its metal button and a series of thirty 6-inch long iron needles floated out from the leather. The needles arranged themselves in a halo around his runeblade where they remained as he walked.

As the concentration necessary to manipulate the needles waned with them being put in position, Lhirin swept his gaze over the armory. He noted the various weaponry on display and took the equivalent of several visual snapshots for posterity. He noted each iron implement present and then turned his gaze to the second set of doors. With their being metal in the handles, Lhirin stretched out his magnetic field and turned them, before using those same door knobs as a point to push upon. Altering the polarity of the field at that point and pumping through a small burst of additional energy, Lhirin willed the two doors forth. They swung open before him revealing the room for all of them.

While he took in the environs they were to fight within, Lhirin made a note of any magnetic materials he could see. Iron and steel primarily, before settling his gaze upon the only moving details of the room, the two figures at its center.

Yet, before he could take them in entirely, Lhirin felt the drain on his reserves and a sound not unlike a low growl left his lips. Then things came into focus a strange construct of furniture--clearly a wraith--and an armored man, beaten and bloodied. The man, clearly on his last legs, called out for assistance. Lhirin's iron needles drooped slightly and he felt the weakening of his other spell: Bound Blade. Reasserting his control and ensuring the spells had enough energy, Lhirin took a deep breath and acted without hesitation.

Unseen, though likely not undetected, paths of magnetic energy--created by his prior spell, Magnetic Field--shot forth towards the wraith. Once those paths were slightly more than halfway established, Lhirin had them overlap with the positions of ten of his iron needles. In response the needles flashed forth, following the magnetic fields at speed like tiny 6-inch arrows, where they made to embed themselves in the wraith's makeshift body. Once he'd released the projectiles, Lhirin continued into the room, his narrowed silver eyes locked upon the wraith as he made his approach.