[center][h2][b][color=silver]Lhirinthyl[/color][/b][/h2][/center][hr]
Gritting his teeth as the ghoul with his last needle lodged within itself treated the implement as an ultimately minor irritant, Lhirin swore under his breath. He began to raise his sword arm even as the clatter of a silver blade--and the wet sound of mushy flesh--reached his ears, but as a flash of movement passed him by, he found that it didn't matter. The Knight of the Will had things well in hand it seemed.

Still, ghouls were startlingly difficult to deal with--as Yanin and Jordan were discovering in very different ways. They had no sense for self preservation and--further--could continue moving even when they ought not to.

With that in mind--and a certain annoyance building behind his eyes--the deigan mage took shot a quick glance across the hall and what remained of their adversaries.

Not much. Four ghouls, one shard-wraith, with the ghouls all being largely disarmed or otherwise significantly hampered by the extensive damage to their vessels. Taking a shaky breath to prepare himself, Lhirin then lunged up the steps with surprising fluidity and though there was a heaviness in his limbs, the Deigan thrust his runeblade into the chest of the distracted ghoul that Freagon had left behind.

As he moved, a rune lit up on the bronze of his runeblade and he announced a single, clearly annunciated word.

[color=silver][b]"Atonakuv!"[/b][/color]

[i]Lightning.[/i]

Supplying only a trickle of his energy at first, Lhirin's runeblade would not even attempt to pierce the ghoul's armor. Instead, as the sharp edge of his magical implement met with the ghoul's armor the lot lit up as electrical energy sparked forwards, taking the path of least resistance from the bronze straight into the ghoul's body and armor both. Yet, it wasn't a lot of power, only enough to generate an electrical current.

Nonetheless, magic disrupted the manifestation of divine beings in Reniam. Where Lhirin's iron needle had failed, this was far more likely to succeed as current traveled through conductive metal and the liquids suffusing the mushy flesh of the ghoul, disrupting the divine's control on numerous fronts and near simultaneously at that.

Lhirin's only likely regret would be that he hadn't done this sooner...perhaps he would not have wasted quite so much energy that way.