[center][h2][b][color=silver]Lhirinthyl[/color][/b][/h2][/center][hr]
It wasn’t even a battle, wasn’t even worth his magic by and large, for the swaigh’s aura of terror disabled and disarmed their adversaries before they grew near enough to even remotely become a threat. Perhaps if a more ranged opponent appeared they might need to worry, but so far that just hadn’t occurred. Thus, the deigan mage simply kept pace, his wide eyes flicking from target to target, identifying when his allies were honing in one and when he had the opportunity to do so instead. Of course, while they had yet to encounter a proper threat, that was not to say that Lhirin wasn’t prepared. He had ample energy to call upon–his soul full somewhat past its natural limits on account of the dose of piaan he’d taken previously. As a result, he’d prepared a single exceptionally simple spell.

[i]Electrify.[/i]

He hadn’t cast it, just rattled off its very brief chant and provided enough energy to the necessary runes on his blade, using it as a medium that allowed him to skip tracing the necessary sigils as he normally would have. He’d supplied energy sufficient that it would very briefly stun any human-sized target he directed the energy to strike. Long enough either for Freagon to close the distance, for the swaigh’s aura to hit the individual, or long enough for Lhirin to cast a simple spell and direct a deadly or disabling projectile at the target.

At the same time as they advanced–even as he drew his blade across a bandit’s throat, the action almost thoughtlessly casual–Lhirin’s mind rattled through possibilities and took an active count of every bandit they dispatched. It was a countdown to safety on their side of the…encounter.

Lhirin–unless things changed–had no intention of giving this incident the honor of even being considered a conflict. Silently, he hoped things went just as well for their companions, but he didn’t spare a glance in their direction. Not for the moment at least.