[center][h2][b][color=silver]Lhirinthyl[/color][/b][/h2][/center][hr]
Irah spoke and the bandit’s attention was drawn to her, even as he began to move. Lhirin carefully kept the threads of energy in place relative to the man’s movements. It was by no means easy, but he had little else to truly pay attention to except his peripheral vision where Irah might signal him. The bandit, meanwhile, made his intentions known. It was almost a shame, because the chance of his being cut down within the space of the next few moments had just risen dramatically. From potentiality to near certainty.

Then, at the very beginning of the bandit's predictable response--with added racism, though perhaps that could be said to be predictable too--Irah turned slightly to Freagon, and gave a slight nod of assent. "Then die." she spoke in Fermian, interrupting him right after his statement of 'bird-brain', and turned her head slightly the other way towards Lhirin and giving him a similar nod.

Lhirin detected the faint headbob in the Knight’s direction and before the first Fermian word met air he blinked. Just once.

[i]Electrical energy once held at bay [b]snapped[/b] silently into motion.[/i]

No stronger than static electricity in the first instant, the energy used his magical energy as a conduit, trailing through the air without sign or signal to be detected. The moment that it was nearly to the bandit, Lhirin poured more energy into the spell so that when it entered the two blades–and the man’s body–the reaction would be immediate.

The electrical energy would hit the blades first, channeling throughout the metal, sparking visibly and threatening to travel into the bandit’s hands and–in the case of the dagger–ever-so-slightly into the healer as well. A pair of moments for the man’s instinctive reaction, and then–before any conscious response could occur–Lhirin would let the current of electrical energy just behind the man’s hip, torso, and shoulder would close the distance, ceasing to hover just shy of his body. Closing the circuit, the bandit would find his most obvious vulnerability–followed by half his upper body–in direct contact with the equivalent of something like a taser.

Lhirin, meanwhile, simply focused on maintaining the spell, ensuring it did not lose contact, but also ensuring he could either cut off its flow of energy, modulate it as necessary, or shift its focus as needed. He made no motion to close the distance, he didn’t even raise his runeblade. His wide-eyed gaze remained locked on the bandit, his lips a firm line. Irah might catch the faintest twitch at one corner of his lips. What that indicated however was hard to say, even for her.

Perhaps the only thing one could clearly identify upon his visage was raw intensity and focus.