[center][h2][b][color=silver]Lhirinthyl[/color][/b][/h2][/center][hr]
With his needles giving him some literal breathing room, Lhirin had been preparing to fully extricate himself when the sound of something whirred through the air just above him. Then light shone in, the rug grew almost entirely slack around him and so Lhirin took the opportunity with immediate fervor. Directing his needles, Lhirin punctured the rub anywhere he sensed anything remotely magical. Then, without further preamble, he pushed to his feet, using some of his embedded needles to unfurl the rug from around him. As he rose out of the once-deadly embrace of the wraith—which now ought to have been banished—Lhirin heard the Knight of the Will’s warning.

His eyes twitched slightly, their lids already opened wide to maximize his visual awareness of his surroundings. In that instant, Lhirin relaxed his focus slightly, releasing Bound Blade. Given his experience and the nature of situation, Lhirin would not be making the same mistake again. To avoid that, he would decidedly [i]not[/i] be entering close quarters unless absolutely necessary. As such, he would not need to enhance his ability to wield his runeblade. His focus was better used elsewhere.

As if to punctuate that reality, Lhirinthyl drew upon his power and began to chant in a barely audible drone as he tilted the flat of his blade slightly so he could read the runes upon its surface. After a scant several seconds, the deigan mage finished his incantation and—focusing on his blade—released his spell, a series of runes on it surface taking on an actinic glow.

[i]Galvanize[/i]

The faintest smell of ozone entered the air, trails of magnetic energy formed pathways that soared upwards into the air several feet before leveling off and going forward invisibly until they connected above the ghoul. Pooling in that space, the magnetic field then cast thin threads of itself downwards. Lhirin, for his part poured magical energy into Galvanize and his runeblade began to crackle and spark with intense arcs of electrical energy.

The instant before he moved, Lhirin levied a warning to the Knight before him. [color=silver][b]“Withdraw,”[/b][/color] he snapped, his voice filled with warning and dangerous intensity. Then, without hesitation, Lhirin thrust his blade aloft and closed the circuit.

Almost instantly the electrical energy once trapped within his blade discharged and as it did so it found the path of least resistance. Too bright to look upon, a trail of lightning arced into the air, pooled above the ghoul and then struck down in multiple scorching bolts. There were a scant few seconds for Freagon to disengage with the ghoul. However, much of the power Lhirin had channeled into Galvanize would be confined to the magnetic fields and iron armor that the Wraith wore—as well as its chosen vessel, which was filled with wonderfully conductive liquid.

After perhaps two seconds, Lhirin cut off the flow of energy to Galvanize and waited, watching closely to verify the effectiveness of his attack.