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Sinclair fought against his pain to try and raise himself from off the ground. He had to make a metal pole to try and help support himself. He got sick of being on the ground, leaving Jacen to this zombie. The final straw was made when his arm was nearly taken by that... Dark, constricting bog. Right now, Kaiden assumed some sort of gaseous state. Physical attacks would do a thing which is a major hindrance to Sinclair, as his magic is more physical than elemental. Standing up on his iron cane, he limped over to Jacen's side with a bleeding lip from his pain masking chewing, and a tight wince scrunching his face up. He observed their foe and gritted his slightly bloodied teeth. "Got any ideas? My magic wouldn't work on a form like that..." Suddenly, he felt a tremor and a muffled crash in the distance. Something was being obstructed in the distance, above them specifically. Hearing that echo only made his first assumptions of the Castle not being structurally sound more than just a theory. He cursed under his breath and tried to gain his posture, and ready himself for a bother of a fight.
The eye of the vacuuming storm had taken the ceiling of the Castle tower with it and soon it began to take hold on Volitaire and his tutor. As he surveyed the happenings before him, he was merely just a bystander. Though, the most noticeable thing he picked up on was Darkness's unbridled aggression and Aurora's corruption. He didn't know much of the girl being asphyxiated by her corrupting grip but it looked something you'd see only in the darkest of tales. As his body was whisked away by the air tunnel lifting him into whatever portal Enzo's alternate form has created he peered down to the now wounded girl who attempted to help Silver. A familiar vibe emanated from her, it caught the deadman's attention. As much as this was jerking at his endless curiosity, he couldn't quite place his finger on what stood out so. A bony finger had stabbed through the corner of his line of sight, his tutors. It pointed strait for the same maiden, with a raised voice to level the volume of his voice with the roar of wind and breaking stone from the towers remains. "Get rid of the lass, she'll get sucked in if we just leave her be." At this point, Volitaire has already lost his patience and saw that he wasn't due for this place much longer. He felt no remorse in severing whatever ties he had to this world, as he doesn't remember whatever those were. Flashing by with dark afterimages trailing behind, he hopped off the rising stones, shattering them with the force of his leaps. As he closed in on Megurine he forced his fingers together. A dark red, arcing energy jutting from his fingertips with his palm winded back, ready to let lose for Megurine's head.
The eye of the vacuuming storm had taken the ceiling of the Castle tower with it and soon it began to take hold on Volitaire and his tutor. As he surveyed the happenings before him, he was merely just a bystander. Though, the most noticeable thing he picked up on was Darkness's unbridled aggression and Aurora's corruption. He didn't know much of the girl being asphyxiated by her corrupting grip but it looked something you'd see only in the darkest of tales. As his body was whisked away by the air tunnel lifting him into whatever portal Enzo's alternate form has created he peered down to the now wounded girl who attempted to help Silver. A familiar vibe emanated from her, it caught the deadman's attention. As much as this was jerking at his endless curiosity, he couldn't quite place his finger on what stood out so. A bony finger had stabbed through the corner of his line of sight, his tutors. It pointed strait for the same maiden, with a raised voice to level the volume of his voice with the roar of wind and breaking stone from the towers remains. "Get rid of the lass, she'll get sucked in if we just leave her be." At this point, Volitaire has already lost his patience and saw that he wasn't due for this place much longer. He felt no remorse in severing whatever ties he had to this world, as he doesn't remember whatever those were. Flashing by with dark afterimages trailing behind, he hopped off the rising stones, shattering them with the force of his leaps. As he closed in on Megurine he forced his fingers together. A dark red, arcing energy jutting from his fingertips with his palm winded back, ready to let lose for Megurine's head.