Dragoon chuckles, watching the magic in the blade as the man suffuses his body with it. Such a beautiful magic. However, it had roots and connections in so many other forms. A meta-physical state, linked to the soul, activated through a magical 'calling signal'. Dragoon manipulates the magic within himself, sending a countersignal, and the blades flying for him disappear as if they had been dismissed, leaving the attacker stumbling. Dragoon raised one hand, in which a red glow gathered. "Magnum Ignis." The blast of red flame shoots through the air, sending his opponent flying backwards into a tree and burning a hole in his shoulder.
Dragoon moves forward with confidence, reading the magic in the air. It was childsplay, compared to the true complexity of the arcane arts. These people wielded their power like a brute with a maul, smashing everything. They had no clue what they were doing. Brutal, simplistic thinking, no, he couldn't allow that. He reached forward, about to call forth a spell to destabilize the magic the man had filled himself with, when a blade of steel slices into his side. Dragoon jumps backwards, hissing and screaming, as his blood leaks to the floor. No magic. No power. Simply a steel blade, wielded by a fool. "An ignorant brute. Steel is no match for my arcane might!"