Trouble Addition [Kieve]

[Llyr Lunette]

It had been an entirely uncomfortable and exhausting day. Of course since things first began to change within Symphony people would be more frantic, relying more on his powers, but that multiplied when the Recital Clan came. More still was stacked upon his plate when Llyr was confronted by the mysterious masked child. Recital Clan wore masks, but this boy seemed so disconnected from that group that Llyr had a hard time believing there was a solid functioning connection there. At the very least the boy would have had to have been an outcast, which wasn't entirely unlikely.

If it turned out the boy was from the clan then it would make sense why he originally Targeted Llyr. It would also make the situation plenty more dangerous considering the talents of that particular clan. Llyr couldn't allow his magic to be stolen though, lest he leave his city without the strongest muse. No, Forbidden magic was so heavy a burden he was still ruing the day he would actually have to teach it to some student. It was hard to judge a character well enough to know if they could control the magic just so.

Llyr wasn't even sure if he could some days. Every time he had to use his magic it was almost painful. The muse constantly envisioned the worst case scenario happening and occasionally he couldn't even cast a spell correctly thanks to his nerves. It wasn't exactly something anyone would have guessed about 'The Sea', which made the stakes a little higher. Llyr worked tirelessly to make sure no one ever saw him in his moments of weakness.

But now the man was home and it was the end of the day. Outside the sun was setting, letting Llyr know it was finally time he could relax. The man pulled off his scarf and threw it onto the couch as he made his way to his kitchen. Normally he wouldn't be so 'sloppy' but it had been a very long day after all and he could hang up that scarf later. It wasn't as if he wouldn't just wear it again tomorrow. The man sighed slightly as he got a glass of water and took it over to his dining room table with him. Llyr settled in and held his glass up to the light, looking at the condensation already forming on the cup.

"This mundane life isn't something people would expect from me I don't believe," Llyr muttered to himself softly before taking a drink. "No no, great Tier 1 muse, The Sea, sitting in a lonely apartment musing to himself. Making awful jokes. Yes something like that is so unexpected and boring. Un-muselike." He let his head slip down to rest on the table, not sure how much longer he would be awake. It was dreadfully early to even think about going to bed, but his weary mind ached for rest. After all, Llyr was only a human even if some people couldn't view him as such.

[Kieve Viho]

There was much to attend to in his rather busy day, but most of it wasn't going to be particularly enjoyable. Most of it excluding Kieve's little trip to Percussion district that was. No no, this little excursion was all for pleasure and by the time he was done he should have the means to which he could accomplish his goals. Fun with a grand payout. Certainly such a thief as Kieve could appreciate that.

It made everything better to know that if his plans succeeded he would become unbelievably strong. Llyr wouldn't be able to do a damned thing about it either. The green-haired young man was determined not to let things go wrong this time like it had when Llyr broke his mask. Kieve refused to get the man best him and he was intending to do everything he could do prevent it.

That was the reasoning behind coming to the muse's home. In such a familiar place it was unlikely he would be tossing off his highest leveled skills at risk of destroying his many instruments. And the man really did have plenty of instruments strewn about, Kieve noted while first walking through the little apartment. It was also terribly blue, but that was expected when it came to a man such as Royal Blue himself. Not to Kieve's tastes though.

He took his time slipping about the apartment until he finally decided it was time to go in to hiding. The young man had stellar timing as well for it seemed just as he disappeared he heard the door click open. Kieve held his breath to better hear Royal Blue shuffling around his apartment, waiting patiently till he heard the glass hit the table. The swish of the chair being pulled back. The creak of the man settling in.

It was then that Kieve snuck up quietly behind him. The exhausted man seemed to be speaking to himself as he sunk down to lay his head on the table. Kieve leaned in just a little and whispered, "Perhaps we should cure you of that Muse thing then. You wouldn't have to worry about what anyone thought. You could be as boring as you like."

[Llyr Lunette]

Icy alarm crashed through Llyr's system so suddenly he had to second guess his senses. At first it was just a hint that perhaps he heard something behind him, but it evolved quickly. A wry noise turned into a completely foreboding presence just behind him until he finally heard the voice. Masked boy again, Llyr knew instantly. "...cure you of that Muse thing then."

Just the way that the boy spoke was enough to confirm Llyr's suspicions without a shadow of a doubt. This green-haired mask-wearing boy was a Recital outcast with his eyes on Llyr's forbidden magic. And he was already close enough to snatch the magic as things stood, but he hadn't yet for some reason. It almost felt as if it was some sort of game to the child, which Llyr didn't really doubt at this point.

If he could make what happened at the club into a game then maybe everything was a game at this point. Llyr wanted to delve into the child's mind again to dig out things that might throw him off. It was what gave him the upper hand in the last little conversation. This time he knew what the boy was intending to steal though, so perhaps that could be used to his advantage.

"So the thief is back I see. And kind enough to come into my own home so I need not travel. Who taught you to be such a considerate villain?" Llyr straightened up as he spoke, sitting with specific posture. Staying calm usually frustrated people who were trying so hard to trip you up, and that tended to be more of a weapon to the lead muse than his magic.

Waving a hand in invitation, Llyr said, "Why don't you sit? We can have a nice conversation about things. We can even touch on your dreams, your wishes, and your awkward fascination with my friend Gale. Or maybe you'd like to get straight to your task of stealing my magic? Then again you haven't yet so clearly there's something you want."

It was a long shot and Llyr knew it. His words could possibly turn things to his favor or they could backfire and cause Kieve to jump straight to magic stealing. Just in case the man started to focus on pooling what magic energy he could in his hands. The less he had coursing down his spine, around his shoulders, meant the less that Kieve could try latching on to when he moved to steal it.

Considering the Recital clan was still so very new to the city though there wasn't much idea on how to combat their magic stealing abilities. There probably wouldn't be many people looking in to it considering the majority of the Recital clan at least pretended to have good motives. Time would tell where it concerned the rest of the clan, but this one Llyr knew was foul in nature.

"So what will it be then thief?" Llyr asked calmly, turning his head just so slightly so that he could see the boy from the corner of his eye. More than anything else it was just for the hope that he could see if a move was made.

[Kieve Viho]

It wasn't really all that surprising when Royal Blue bypassed what Kieve was saying entirely. It was just like the man to pretend all was well in that silky voice of his. Kieve almost wanted to just give the guy a solid punch to the back of his head to get him to realize what a serious situation he was in. Then of course he muttered something about being a considerate villain and Kieve couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Instead of just ending Royal Blue right then though Kieve decided to humor the man. As to why it was he couldn't be sure, but whatever it was left Kieve feeling extremely disdainful and rather disappointed in himself. He wondered for a half a second if he was perhaps getting soft before he cursed off the concept silently.

Then the blue-haired man went on, waving his hand in invitation as he asked Kieve to sit. As if they really could just have a simple conversation to resolve all of their 'issues', which was entirely laughable. When Royal Blue mentioned that there was something Kieve wanted because he hadn't yet stolen his magic. It was interesting that the man figured out what it was Kieve was there fore, but he wasn't going to let it bother him. For the most part.

Fists clenched and shaking at his sides, Kieve stared at Royal Blue. Somehow the way the man just barely turned his head asking what he did in the way that he did was just enough to set Kieve off. Suddenly whatever Kieve was holding off for, whatever made him hesitate in stealing Llyr's magic, was entirely gone. "I believe it will be..." Kieve started slowly trying to sound as calm as he possibly could.

The young man felt something was off, a transition of power somehow, but he was too angry to take it into consideration. Without another moment of hesitation Kieve's hand darted to Llyr's neck where he began drawing on the man's magic, but he was met with nothing but a trickle. Before he could really react he was repelled by the utter lack of magic, drawing back as he repulsed.

"What the fuck did you do!?" Kieve barked, holding his hand as if he just got burned.

[Llyr Lunette]

Trying to move around the magic that naturally flowed in the body was a pinching sort of sensation. Almost a little overwhelming, but Llyr had been so determined not to let this fool of a child get the better of him that he'd try just about anything. For a moment Llyr thought he might pass out from trying to foolishly direct his magic wherever he pleased, it being so against the very nature of magic, but he was pleasantly surprised to find he held on and Kieve didn't seem any the wiser.

The only bad news was that, though he didn't have to worry about the boy realizing what he was doing, he had to worry about the bomb he had just ignited. The way Llyr approached issues was usually something akin to tearing them apart from the inside, which were his intentions this time as well, but somehow that seemed to backfire entirely and Llyr found himself in the middle of a very dangerous situation. Kieve's tone started calm yet Llyr knew something serious was just about to happen.

Feeling the cold hand on his neck was a shock though that Llyr tried to prepare for and somehow still failed so seriously. It burned as the muse felt Kieve's hand groping for his magic so bluntly. It stung when the boy had nothing there to latch onto like he was so used to. It was excruciating feeling the bad reaction that sent Kieve darting away with a yelp. Llyr tried to resist the urge to scream but couldn't prevent his pained cry.

Staggered breathing came in spurts as Llyr wrapped his hands about his neck and scrambled as far away as he could get in a few seconds. The magic that had gathered in his hands somehow soothed the pain ever so softly and he began recovering right away. The muse wasn't sure if that was how all reactions felt when met with little to no magic, but he supposed it was better than letting Kieve get what he wanted. "You should have known you were dealing with someone who had at least some defense against you, thief," Llyr started in the strongest voice he could, though it still wavered from the pain he just felt.

"If you thought you could just stride in here like you were some sort of king you were horrifically wrong, boy. I am nothing like whatever others you've killed for their magic and you won't be getting your hands on a single ounce of mine. Or did you think I was only first tier muse in title and not skill?" Llyr wasn't sure if he was saying it because he was actually furious with the boy or if he actually believed what he was saying.

In all honestly Llyr wasn't positive his little tricks would work if the boy tried to steal his magic again and he wasn't eager to find out. Fighting would be the only option, but most of Llyr's skills were too powerful and he'd end up taking out the entire apartment complex. He'd have to rely on the attack he had used on Kieve before and hopefully he could manipulate a couple other skills just so he might end the bastard boy.

[Kieve Viho]

Words couldn't really accurately describe how Kieve felt about what just happened. It was surreal, but made too god damn real at the same time thanks to his now aching hand. Never before had Kieve heard of anyone being able to avoid a magic transfer head-on as this man just had and Kieve had heard many tales of very nefarious Recital men in his childhood. Never had Kieve heard of a Recital member getting hurt in a transfer. It was damn near blasphemy as far as he was concerned.

The only solace the man could take was that he heard Llyr's pain to pair with his. Whatever had just happened didn't just bother Kieve, it tweaked with Llyr and that was something that the young green-haired man knew was difficult. Getting under Royal Blue's skin wasn't exactly something that was easy due to how the man seemed to pride himself on his ability to stay calm, but for that moment Kieve could see the discomfort in his seat. Of course that moment was destined to be paved over rather quickly with the same smooth air of confidence that Llyr always tried to exude.

At least the man was still scrambling, still panting, and still slightly pained. For some reason when he put his hand to his neck the way he did it really bothered the thief. There was something he was missing and he felt like if he just payed a little closer attention he might be able to figure something important out. Something that could change his view of the situation and give him the upper hand. It just didn't seem to be in the cards however because Kieve was still to busy fuming over the pain he was just caused.

It felt so much like people below him kept getting the better of him and that was the last thing Kieve could allow. The thief was the highest order and he wouldn't dirty his hands by losing to someone such as a muse. Dirty Symphony dwellers didn't realize Kieve's greatness, his royal qualities, or his power. But they could and they would, it would just take one small thing. He clenched his hand into a fist to try to get over the residual burning feeling in his palms. In the mean time, Llyr seemed to be gathering back all of his pride and was quickly muttering on about something.

Not until he heard "...stride in here like you were some sort of king..." was the boy really paying attention. Oh how it made his blood boil the way that Royal Blue thought he was better. That title was nothing more than a title and it didn't matter if he could defend against that attempted magic stealing attack. The next time Kieve laid his hand on Llyr the man would not be so lucky. Even Royal Blue must have been surprised since he let out a cry of pain when it happened.

There was much going on that Kieve did not entirely grasp. "A title is all you are Llyr Lunette. You are a fool who has invested too much into how pretty a title can be and though you have the forbidden magic in you it is not under your command as you'd like to believe so." The green-haired boy started in a strong almost angry voice. It was frustrating him how Llyr failed to see so many things despite the fact that he claimed to be the most powerful muse in the city.

"I could not care less for your city's ways, or your school's honors. To me, Lunette, you are nothing but a fool of a man clinging to the concept that you are number one. You have not taught your skills to anyone yet because secretly you do not wish you. When the day comes that you are forced to you will be reminded what a fool you are and you will fail to teach anyone. Well that's assuming I allow you to keep your magic that long, which I doubt very much I will do," Kieve smirked in the worst way, feeling very assured that he was right once more.

"I think I'd rather just take another swipe at your magic here and now so I can put you out of your misery. Maybe I'll even let you live for a week or two so you can realize how nothing changes when your magic is gone. You'll see your magic means nothing because you haven't even been using it properly," The boy was getting more twisted with every word. "I can do wonders with your magic though. You could always just give it to me and make this easier on both of us. I could perhaps even be a gentleman about it and not kill you if that's what you want."

[Llyr Lunette]

It was a bit disheartening to see that what Llyr was saying didn't seem to have any effect on Kieve any longer. The muse hoped that he could stall or at least throw the boy off with the properly chosen words, but at the very least he hadn't chosen the right things to say. A moment passed where Llyr wondered if he would be able to get out of this situation without losing his magic before he quickly shook the thought off. If he began to give in to thoughts like that he might lose his magic to the child indeed. That was the last thing the man could allow.

Llyr's neck finally stopped aching thanks to the magic being slowly soothed into it by his hand. Considering his success with the technique this once the muse supposed he would have to invest a little more time into figuring out how he could properly manipulate his magical energy until he mastered it. If he could do that much there was no change at all that Kieve could ever snatch Forbidden magic because every time he tried it could be moved to another location within the body. A perfect defense against magic stealers, Llyr thought.

Something about how the boy talked unsettled the muse though. Even though often Llyr would assure himself it felt rather empty when someone else was harping on his concerns. Just a title. That bothered the man a little. "...it is not under your command..." Llyr's heart sank a little as he heard that. Ever since first coming into possession of the magic his number one concern had been that he wouldn't have full control over it. Many people in history had died thanks to the misuse of the magic and Llyr didn't want to end up in the history books.

It bothered him yes, but still Llyr was determined not to let anything sway him from defeating Kieve. As much as the man wanted that to be his iron will, it continued to sway as the boy spoke further. "...you will fail to teach anyone." Head swimming, Llyr tried to deny that concept. He hadn't taught anyone yet because no one was ready or responsible enough to handle such strong magic yet. He hadn't taught yet because there were no students.

But it continued. "You'll see your magic means nothing because you haven't even been using it properly." Scowl now fully formed, Llyr forced himself up and lowered his hands to his sides. The man could almost feel his magic sparking to life in his fingertips, just waiting for the right melody to set it free. The last thing that the boy addressed was the option to surrender his magic willingly, saying something of sparing his life perhaps.

It was too late though. Llyr had decided what he needed to do and he didn't care if he destroyed half of his home, half of his instruments, in the process. "You know you can think whatever it is you want to think. You can slander me. You can demean me. The one thing you will never get from me is what you want," Llyr's voice was strong and harsh, somehow entirely unfeeling.

In less time than a blink, Llyr's hand was wrapping around the closest instrument, which happened to be his Lyre, and strumming out a simplistic tune. This was the Conductor's Waltz. Sparks began to flutter into existence all about the two and a ball of energy began to form just before Llyr. With a quick pluck of the strings the flare of power was off buzzing towards Kieve with deadly force.

[Kieve Viho]

Having recovered from the initial shock of his failed magic extraction, Kieve was feeling more confident about things by the second. His choice to play Llyr's game with words was probably a foolhardy one, as one would expect someone such as Llyr to be prepared for just about anything regarding that particular weapon. Words were more powerful than anyone gave them credit for though because the most carefully chosen words could bring down the mightiest of foes.

Or at least that was what Royal Blue might say about matters. Kieve didn't care for using words the way that Llyr did, that was to say as a primary weapon. The only time that Kieve would play about with words was when he intended to fuck with his opponent's mind, and that wasn't a tactical choice so much as a preference. There was always something about breaking a foe that sent a shiver of pleasure down Kieve's spine. 'Oh I am a twisted child aren't I

[/color]?' A smile crossed his lips at the thought.

The way that Llyr scowled, his hands slowly lowering to his side, was only fuel to Kieve's fire. It was obvious that something in the man had snapped somewhat and that was utterly delicious to the thief. Breaking Royal Blue was just the first step to stealing his magic and after he had that there would only be the complete pleasure of murder left. How lovely it would be, oh how lovely indeed. But no time to fantasize. It was time to make his darkest wishes a reality.

It would not be a game worth playing if it was without it's surprises though, and in truly good spirit it took yet another turn. Kieve was almost thinking that he would be able to snipe the magic in less than a few minutes seeing the way that Royal Blue reacted and he was more than disappointed that it would drag a little longer. Determination or no, Kieve would not allow Llyr to live much longer with his magic in-tact. "...what you want." The muse's words were accompanied by his rush to get an instrument in his hand.

'Cannot make this easy for us can you, Royal Blue?' Kieve thought as he was about to pull free his spear. It didn't really take the young man long to realize he couldn't just stand against this attack like he was planning. It seemed that Llyr no longer held any reservations about destroying his home which would complicate things, but it wasn't exactly a loss to Kieve. Fewer instruments about for the man to play with he supposed as he tensed for the dodging he would have to do.

A flare was outside what Kieve was expecting even though he knew Royal Blue wasn't exactly holding his punches though. With a mighty heft he threw himself out of the way of the magical blast just moments too late, his entire right side taking a portion of the attack. "Damn you," The young man barked as the pain settled in. His landing turned frantic and soon he was collapsed on his knees.

The flare had managed to entirely destroy the hook on his right arm, one of a pair that he often used for any mid-ranged fighting he got himself into. The lack of the hook made him feel somewhat unbalanced, but the fact that his right arm had taken enough damage to hurt when moved should have been much more pressing. "Well then I can't say I expected this from you, but this just means we're really playing then doesn't it?" Kieve's voice came out struggled through clenched teeth.

A moment's respite passed before the young man pushed past the pain and darted back up. With his right side somewhat damaged he wasn't exactly as fast as he wanted to be, but the ranged aspect of his spear would serve him quite well. Kieve didn't even bother to look back at the damages as he drew his weapon and lashed out at Royal Blue. When the boy had a free moment he may apply his harmony skills but his rage was too close to the surface for him to ignore it.[/blockquote][/justify][/size]

[Llyr Lunette]

Llyr hated how it didn't matter how many times the boy got that smirky look on his face, it didn't feel any less foreboding no matter how often Llyr saw it. Signs like that though were pretty key when facing the masked bother, as he seemed cocky enough to entirely disregard his tells. That would be something that Llyr would have to make him regret, the muse told himself silently.

The attack had already been set in motion though and the blue-haired man made a decision that he would do whatever it took to overcome the green-haired boy. There was no holding back, there were no strategical thoughts. All there was time for was reaction and instinct, something that Llyr didn't usually rely on.

As the muse released his attack he felt the magic in his body pulse and radiate. The stronger the spells he used the more powerful the feedback, especially when he realized how out of practice he had become, and the feedback from his Waltz almost sent him flying. The only thing that held the muse in place was sheer power of will.

Watching Kieve dodge the move almost knocked Llyr off his feet too until he realized that at least part of it had really landed. It wasn't what he needed it to be, but the damage on Kieve's right side would be enough to slow him somewhat and perhaps take his right arm out of the fight entirely. With that attack having landed even so weakly Llyr was given the impression he may have a moment to catch his breath, but that was apparently not what Kieve intended to do.

The sudden rush attack, no matter how dulled thanks to the Waltz, was still too fast for Llyr's exhaustion. He could hardly even register what the masked boy was saying before the spear was headed right for him. "No games," Llyr announced in his strongest voice. Bracing himself, Llyr began to sing to weave up a spell.

It was too slow though and Llyr took the majority of the spear rather head on, the only saving grace being his pathetically weak Cavatina Shot blasting away the weapon after it had partially sliced Llyr's skin. The man wasn't even sure where he had been hurt or how bad until he had a moment to stagger back and observe the wound. 'This isn't good. I was careless to think I could rapid cast like that!'

Deep crimson was sliding down his waist, darkening and dampening his clothing. The cut had properly sliced open Llyr's right side just above his him. Deep enough to bleed quite a lot but not deep enough to end the battle just then. Or it wouldn't have been enough if Llyr hadn't blown all of his energy in two hurried spells. "Ah very nicely played. Seems we're even with these injuries doesn't it?"

Head swimming, Llyr tried to remain as composed as he possibly could. "But we're not done yet," The muse stated, knowing his next move would be quite the last ditch effort. "Forbidden magic at it's best, my masked friend." And just after saying as much he began to sing a haunting tune. A slow lilting dirge that he vowed to use responsibly so long ago.

Soon the Symphonic Dirge would be released and Llyr's entire apartment, if not a few neighbors as well, would feel the pressure.

[Kieve Viho]

It was surprising to Kieve that Llyr could cast so fast until he felt the way his spear sliced into the muse. The attack was blown away shortly after the initial steel connecting to flesh, and Kieve was tossed away with it for that matter, but the fact that he was able to hit at all meant something. Dastardly as he was, Kieve hadn't even played his trump card yet and he suddenly didn't think he would have any trouble getting what he wanted at all.

After seeing how delayed that spell was and looking at the blood oozing out of Royal Blue he was entirely convinced that he wouldn't have to worry about any more magic. "Hah not done yet, I wonder-" The young man started with the sickest of grins across his face, being interrupted before he could finish what he was going to say. Faster than the blink of an eye the grin was gone and a scowl replaced it.

'More magic already?!' Kieve thought, furious. 'It can't be anything too powerful though considering...' Fist wrapping around his spear tighter than he intended, Kieve's rage knew no bounds. The damned muse had begun his song and it was painfully obvious that it was going to be for a particularly stronger magic than he had used before, not just because he sputtered out some bullshit about forbidden magic either. Kieve's initial thought was to go in swinging with his spear once more, but he couldn't afford to let a weapon weight him down.

Now he would have to try to take Llyr's magic before the man was able to complete his spell. Tossing the spear aside without another moment's contemplation he threw himself at the muse. Moments passed like hours and Kieve's injuries burned him to the core. It was only once he was within an arm's length that he could put aside how horrifically the pain was setting it.

Once his hand wrapped neatly around Llyr's throat he had an even easier time ignoring the pain, even daring to bring up his destroyed arm so he could hold the man with both hands. Certainly Llyr squirmed, but Kieve was already focused on the task he had been dying to do ever since he learned just who the damned Royal Blue really was. The magic that was gathering for the spell writhed at Kieve's magic pull, but slowly it began to move.

It was said in Recital Clan lore that magic given with proper permission and a pure heart practically threw itself at the one it was destined for. Such magic was supposed to be ten times stronger by the time the Recital member had trained it for only a few days, which was unimaginable for most magic trainers. Stolen magic was said to be temperamental and quite resistant to extraction. During his first extraction Kieve had entirely discounted the tales of his clan, but this time was entirely different.

Llyr's magic had a powerful aura about it and Kieve could feel each resistant tug of the magic as it literally ebbed and flow with each pull. "You dirty fucking bastard... give me your god damn magic!" The shout went with one last full strength heavy as the magic finally gave way. As the forbidden power filled Kieve from toe to head he could understand just how different it was than any other magic source he had ever touched before.

And then as quickly as he thought he had the full grasp of it, the magic that Llyr had invested in the spell he was working on wormed out of his grip and the Symphonic Dirge barreled out of his body unheeded. Though it was not all of Llyr's magic it felt as if every last ounce was screaming to be free before the ultimate energy attack overwhelmed his body. Cries of pain and anguish came to his ears as he fell to the ground, not realizing that the cries were his own.

The entire apartment was being torn apart by the energy and Kieve was taking the brunt of the blow. Before he even hit the ground he was out cold.

[ooc: A deal made, a deal delivered. All god moding in this post was approved by Cres.]

[Llyr Lunette]

So sure that he would cast the spell in time, Llyr was beyond shocked to feel the pressure around his neck. First one hand, then another. The grip was tight enough to cut off his song, which was beyond dangerous with such high leveled magic. Llyr tried to force the words out 'this is dangerous and we might both die!' but he couldn't get out anything beyond a struggled gargle.

Being choked wasn't nearly as painful as feeling the magic torn from him though. Dramatically elongated moments threatened to overwhelm the muse as he felt his magic protest and writhe as if it too was in pain. 'It is trying to reject him. Oh god I don't understand why this

[/i]...' Llyr's thoughts trailed off as the pain increased exponentially.

Each moment without air could not compare to the searing full bodied pain of his magic's last stand, but in a split second it all cleared. Llyr had to really focus on what he was feeling before he realized he was entirely void of something he took for granted his entire life. The lack of magic ached more than his breathless lungs, though the lack of air was now threatening to make Llyr collapse.

The world flickered black once or twice before he was finally allowed his first deep breath of air again. It almost tasted sweet, but there were other things he really needed to focus on before he could appreciate that. Understanding that the magic was no longer in his body meant that Kieve had it and if he had it that meant he also had the unfinished dirge in his possession--

As Llyr puzzled his way through things, his mind coming in and out of focus, the spell un-weaved itself in Kieve's body. A wall of energy burst outwards as the unguided dirge devoured everything in it's path. Llyr could see the pain it caused the masked boy, watched it utterly disintegrate his belongings that were close enough, and could only welcome the one last wave of his magic that he might ever feel again.

After the attack subsided Llyr could only wonder why he wasn't in agonizing pain. Small flickers of his magic teased at the edges of his being while he fully came to. Kieve was unconcious on the floor before him and though he misused the spell he still had Llyr's magic coursing within him. 'I must make haste,' Llyr thought as he dragged his ragged and worn body up from the ground.

Employing the only energy he could muster, Llyr grabbed Kieve by his shirt and began to drag him. There was work to be done and it had to be done quickly or else the city would never be able to defend itself.

OOC: It was perfecto. Thread finished.[/blockquote][/size][/justify]