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[i]‘Going smoothly,’[/i] Lhirin had only just thought…and then the door that the Knight of the Will was opening swung open in a burst of movement, a blade’s point leading, clearly meant for the Knight. It didn’t find its purchase due to Freagon’s impressive reflexes. Some distant part of his mind was gladdened it hadn’t been him, as he was doubtful he’d have been quite so fast as all that. Moving forth with Freagon’s lead of a handful of meters, Lhirin was the next nearest as the large–clearly wounded–bandit burst fully into view, brandishing his large falchion even as he held a dagger to what appeared to be their healer’s throat.

Thoughts blurred through his mind, fast as the potential energy his spell could release the moment he brought its energy to bear.

[i]‘Large, partially armored. No sign of magical deterrents on his person, perhaps more intelligent and experienced than the others. Brigands are often led via strength and cunning. Knife to the throat of the very person they’d come to collect.’[/i] Lhirin’s silver eyes narrowed as things began to grow still, taking the form of a standoff. His eyes, wide as always, to the man would likely look more surprised or caught off guard…rather than manic.

This was of course very far from the truth. The sounds of breathing, of clashing blades, tearing cloth and flesh from the other nearby battle were more than a backdrop, they were a form of cover. Lhirin would have smiled if he thought it wouldn’t give him away.

Since he was stationary and now had to focus on little else, Lhirin decided on his course of action.

Lhirin glanced at Irah, indicating it might be a good time for her gift of gab, even if the bandit couldn’t be convinced to lay down arms or release the healer–as it was his sole piece of real leverage–people were simple. Talking to someone else was distracting, less so for them than it was for him, but enough. Sharpening his focus, honing it as if it were itself a razor thin blade, Lhirin traced two narrow threads of magical energy out from one of his toes, through the fabric of his boots, and along the ground.

It was unpleasant…what with the Angel’s aura everywhere around them, but it was doable. If only because of how quickly the threads moved–as fast as he could think for the most part– they would reach the pair in an instant. At a right angle, behind the wounded bandit’s foot that was furthest back, the leading path of the dual threads of energy thus moved from horizontal to vertical. They kept from touching the man, with one stopping to hover just behind the man’s shoulder and torso. It had run parallel from hip up to shoulder height and then stopped, the line of invisible energy just…hovering in place as it continued to extend. Both threads of energy followed the path of the bandit’s arm, using the blindspots they created. They extended in a way so that they traveled below and behind the man’s arms relative to the position of his head. Each thread of energy eventually reached its destination, the one along his left arm making contact with the dagger itself whereas the right made contact with the blade of the bandit’s falchion.

Maintaining those threads of energy, Lhirin slightly shifted his stance so his sword arm led, but he didn’t make any moves to close the distance. Then with one arm hidden by the silhouette of his body, Lhirin used the hand signals that he and Irah had come up with to indicate he was ready. If the Angel that was with them saw, they’d also know. Perhaps it could relay things through its Fallen kin.

[i]Magic. Strike. Prepared. Throw-off. Disable. Target. Weapons. Wound[/i]

His hand grew still then and he focused, connecting the thread of energy to his Runeblade as he redistributed the energy so it no longer contacted any part of his person directly. The silver-eyed Deigan’s meaning would be clear enough to Irah, something to the effect of [i]I am ready to strike with my magic. It will throw off or disable him by targeting his weapons and wound.[/i]

Lhirin added a few other signs after the brief pause.

[i]Inform. Allies. Signal. Time. Prepared.[/i]

That way she’d try and inform the others if possible and either way would signal when everyone was as ready as they could be. That done, Lhirin maintained his focus as he stared wide-eyed at the wounded bandit and his captive.