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"Taras." Laurelle said flatly. "Don't argue with me. I'm a thief. I know how to distract people. If you try to stop Magus with brute force, he'll roll right over you. This is no time to be selfless. I'm the best person for the job." She turned to Demi and quickly kissed her, trying not to linger. "Wait for me in Velaria, love. I'll be there, eventually." Then she followed Taras ito the hallway and pushed him aside, ignoring any objections he gave. She looked down at the passage where the cloud of magical objects was visible clogging the room. The Magister wouldn't be stopped with attacks. Laurelle had quite often ran interference to distract people from where her colleagues were working during her operations, and she knew that even though she couldn't fight Magus, she didn't need to. Taking a deep breath, she chanted under her breath. The surge was barely audible, but the results were. Voices came from one of the doors; Lavender directing the group, replaying her explanation. It sounded convincing enough that it would misdirect him. Then she turned to the closed door that her friends stood behind. Aware that her time was running out, she placed a difficult charm on it that left her panting for breath. The door was now inconspicuous--if Magus looked at it, he wouldn't give it a thought, and combined with her illusion, it would lead him away. But there needed to be more. He might still double back and find them. The light mage drew her knives and hid behind the door she had placed the illusions toward. Another plain hallway. A moment later, the clang of Foci heralded his approach. The door opened. The archmage was glowing subtly--why, Laurelle didn't know. His expression was enraged. He pointed his staff at her and firmly spoke a spell even as she spoke hers. She dematerialized into a spectre of incandescent light, causing the burning blue bolt of energy to pass right through her. She looked over her shoulder and shouted behind her into nothingness. "He's here!" Then she turned and sprinted down the hallway, toward who knows where. Magus followed her, not quite as fleet of foot but still keeping pace. She gritted her teeth.
Stay safe, Demi.
The gem fought back against Demi, the sealing magic assaulting her mind and agressively attempting to beat her back. For a moment it was winning, but then Lavender also placed her hand on the gem. The moment seemed to hang in time--two minds joined in a battle against the arcane. The pain was excruciating; the gem attacked the part of the mind that "heard" magical sound and flooded it, making hearing, or even thinking, impossible. The two mages couldn't process anything except the fight, their wills against Magus's magic. Slowly, they overcame it. For several moments they fought, even as the sound of Laurelle's "battle" with the Magister outside rang out. Then finally, the magic snapped. It fell backward, dissolved. The gem glowed, then expanded like the previous one, until there was a blue curtain hanging in front of them. Lavender jumped through it without hesitation, vanishing into the blue.
Stay safe, Demi.
The gem fought back against Demi, the sealing magic assaulting her mind and agressively attempting to beat her back. For a moment it was winning, but then Lavender also placed her hand on the gem. The moment seemed to hang in time--two minds joined in a battle against the arcane. The pain was excruciating; the gem attacked the part of the mind that "heard" magical sound and flooded it, making hearing, or even thinking, impossible. The two mages couldn't process anything except the fight, their wills against Magus's magic. Slowly, they overcame it. For several moments they fought, even as the sound of Laurelle's "battle" with the Magister outside rang out. Then finally, the magic snapped. It fell backward, dissolved. The gem glowed, then expanded like the previous one, until there was a blue curtain hanging in front of them. Lavender jumped through it without hesitation, vanishing into the blue.