[center][h2][b][color=silver]Lhirinthyl[/color][/b][/h2][/center][hr]
As expected, the ghoul collapsed in a steaming pile as his spell faded, and in response, Lhirin released the portions of the Magnetic field that were no longer necessary, using the rest to withdraw any errant needles back to his person where they arranged themselves in a series of three wide rings. One above him, one at almost ground level, and a third at his midsection. All were arranged such that they would not impede his movement or his weapons in any way. Lhirin, with wide eyes, turned his attention as he heard the exclamations of at least three of his allies, immediately noting that they had recoiled and covered their eyes.

[i]'Ah,'[/i] he thought internally, keeping in mind that those individuals were [i]apparently[/i] particularly light-sensitive. That considered, Lhirin's gaze swiveled to the fadewatcher captain who apparently thought himself in a position to lecture him. Silver eyes regarded the human for a long wordless moment before the doors on the left and right of the hall burst open, revealing yet more wraiths, followed swiftly by a sound from above as a series of ghouls revealed themselves as well.

Lhirin assessed the entire group of would-be assailants, four ghouls, and three wraiths--the latter possessing a series of various shards, a long table, and a series of blankets respectively--and then promptly realized another factor entirely. The drain on his magic had drastically lessened, and furthermore, the pressure that had been affecting his senses had also largely lifted. Given Irah's words, their circumstances, the number and nature of their enemies, and his position at the center of it all, Lhirin made a decision.

This was a waste of time.

[color=silver][b]"This is all a distraction,"[/b][/color] Lhirin said, his voice echoing from the acoustics of the hall. They needed to locate the more powerful divine and deal with it as swiftly as possible. It was the true threat.

Then, having made his proclamation, the deigan split his focus and closed his eyes. For the space of roughly five seconds Lhirin visualized the paths his needles would take while formulating the necessary changes in the Magnetic Field he was generating. Rather than do all the changes at once, Lhirin swiftly set up the pathways for the needles beforehand. Then, preparations made, Lhirin opened his eyes and the halo of 6-inch iron needles around his person, thirty in total suddenly burst into motion. Two shot in Freagon's direction, circumventing him entirely before they whistled past the bulk of the long table and then promptly stabbed into its two back legs, the intent to cripple its movement. Lhirin's eyes darted to the next set of targets.

Fifteen needles soared upwards almost to the ceiling, then leveled off, becoming parallel with it, before turning at a ninety-degree angle and slamming down into the blanket wraith in a roughly even distribution. They came down hard enough not only to puncture it but also to pin it to the floor above.

Four more of Lhirin's needles hurtled through the air as they blitzed up the stairs at surprising speeds and each aimed to impale a single leg of each of the four wraiths. The final nine needles floated down into the pouch he'd originally withdrawn them from and then the spell released its hold on them. Lhirin himself had his eyes darting between targets to make his manipulations as accurate as he could manage. If his attack was successful it would seriously hamper all of their adversaries, empowering the rest of the party to dispatch them with comparative ease to their prior situation.

Thus, Lhirin simply raised his runeblade and continued scanning the room, ready to cast or act in another way if necessary. The only other action he made was to--rather slowly--move towards the shard wraith's location where the strange coal-skinned woman and the younger fadewatcher were convening.