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Multiple pieces were moving in different tempos, friends, and foes attacked, dodged, parried, and acted in a great dance to some unsung ballad, where he half the strategist that some believed him to be then he would have been the conductor, careful guiding the orchestra with his magic, playing with puppets to his hearth desire and ensuring a quick and painless victory for himself and his friends.

[quote=The local tree hugger]
“Are you okay, James? What do you need?”
[/quote]
"If I pass out you better catch me"

He was not the conductor, he was the asshole about to arm his team of dancers with swords.

He made sure to scream the words at the top of his lungs so his allies were not startled by the blessing.

[i][b]"I beseech thee, Mother Iris, thou who are radiant and wise, ruler of the skies and bearer of the sun, Guide us with thy luminous light's gentle sway so that in thy name victory may be attained "[/b][/i]

The effect was instantaneous, across the room his companion's weapons erupted in holy fire, the only exception being the anchor in his back which was covered in a layer of frost instead, and Adam who had to select a weapon for it to be effective.

His breath grew labored and he had to take support on the wood stick as he beheld the sudden fire covering parts of the room, he had known what the blessing did the moment he received it, standing before it he could tell that it was powerful, and order of magnitude stronger than any he had cast before, if his instincts were right it could be even cast as soon as it was finished, the only downside was the heavy price to pay for it and...

[i]...he burned, he had rushed into the house desperate to help, to do something so he searched from room to room, after a couple of minutes he got lucky enough to come across the inhabitants trapped inside a bedroom, he had brought his uncle's crowbar just in case but it came in handy, opening the door and allowing them to escape. Sadly his luck ran out just as the goal was in sight. He remembered he had chosen to take the rear in case anything happened, he should have just scoped one of the kids and run away.

Instead he got to see how others crossed the threshold to safety while he remained behind, trapped under a fallen beam. To their credit they tried to help but it was no use, he had to scream at them for them to get the message that a single death was better than four.

The next minutes were agony.

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The cold feeling of his anchor snapped him for a moment but he could still feel the [i][s]FLAMES![/s][/i] memories scratching at his brain. Still, he had one last thing to do. Clutching his wooden cane as a lifeline he focused on the cabinets at the end of the room, where once was a barrier there was nothing, his little [i][s]IT BURNS![/s][/i] [i]episode[/i] distracting him from noticing who cracked it open, the result was the same, a vulnerability that could be exploited, and he knew just the person for the job.

[b]"Mac! The phylactery should be a vessel! A locket, a skull, a fucking vase, as long as it is meant to contain something it can be the phylactery!"[/b] His attention switched to the Druid (who thankfully didn't have a burning weapon) by his side [b]"Adam, you are our best crowd control if you can fuck with them do it"[/b]

Now all that was left was to shoot Light Beams to the Listener until it was dead. He pointedly ignored the FLAMES as much as he could, he just knew that if he got close to one of them he would lose it.