Leval Lamrue
@Ojo chan 42@The One@Maria 127@PharaohAtem@DragonKingUk
Ruby seemed to ignoring his already considerable contribution to the group, but Leval ignored that and listened to her plan. He had no reason to ignore a solid plan. Yoruichi the cat seemed to take charge of the situation assigning them into different groups. He listened carefully and overlaid each persons instructions and group number over their field of vision in a corner. However, she also seemed to be calling him out on his abilities and Pozuzy's supposed superiority. He did his best to ignore the anger now starting to boil inside him. Everyone seemed to think Pozuzy's style was better for reasons he could not fathom. While the energy efficiency and time delay on more intensive illusions was better on Pozuzy's particular style of the craft, that was all it was. A style. Leval refused to change the style of his illusion making. Making illusions by thought was not how a human could do things- the mind would leave obvious blanks in the design while his own style of weaving had taught him to make up for these gaps. It may be possible for a demonic mind, but not a human one. It seemed more like Arken, Pozuzy, and Yoruichi truly knew nothing about his particular brand of magic than anything else.
There were other reasons as well. His craft was forged throughout the history of the Lamrue family, to abandon it would be to abandon the principles of his family and the faith they had placed in him. It was less of a magic, and more of an art form, each generation of his family placing their own unique view to it. To ask Leval to abandon his Weaving would be like asking a painter to throw away his paint. He shook his head slowly, what Arken, his teacher, had to told him to change was the one thing that had to hold onto beyond all other things. But to justify it, he had to show them all that there was another way to move past his own current limitations. A way to move forward without abandoning what made Leval...Leval.
As Leval considered what he could possibly do besides what he had already done, Sekhemi began screaming at Arken before bursting in flaming dragon form surrounded by black flames. Leval raised an eyebrow, wondering how many people at this academy could transform and if it actually helped at all. Soon after as though to prove some sort of point, Rika transformed into an Angelic being. A wave of positivity flew outwards to all of them. Leval could feel the presence of the divine being fortifying them. He could feel his own focus increasing as well. There was nothing for it but to just embrace what he was. He sent out illusions for group three copies of the group that would intermingle among the participants hopefully confusing their target and at the same time relaying information from the illusory overlays he had given them. His illusions leapt forward as he put the word attack onto on their displays.