[Right. He doesn't have the context she'd given Shiro on the state of her world. She places the staff in its holster on her back again, her body glows with a golden light and smoke, and a miniature (read: truck-sized) high dragon takes her place. She roars and claws pound into the already weakened enemies. Crowd control, Keith. That's what you're seeing. Glowing yellow eyes stare back at him for a brief moment.]
The mage ordinarily does it to themselves, making a pact with a demon their negativity summons if they are weak of will. In this case, however-
[The dream answers the question for the witch. A balding man in robes similar to the man the her from this memory came with, commanding the blood in others to heel and obey his commands; his power wrapping its tendrils into their very thoughts. Two abominations pick one man not much older than Shiro and the screams begin.
It focuses on the man; there's no light in his black eyes, no soul. The words Do you accept the gift that I offer? echo in their heads until a dragon's roar rips them free of the memory bleed.]
-was one of the senior enchanters who turned to a demon of pride and blood magic, destroying who and what he'd hoped to liberate. We were sent here to save those who hadn't been lost to this madness.
[As much as she wanted to leave them to burn, but then Amell had pointed out to her that he hadn't wanted to come to the Circle as a child and it had been as much a home as it was a prison for him.She says this while slamming her tail into the very same demon who'd thrown her earlier, right into the stone wall behind her.
Sometimes being a dragon pays. She snorts a little puff of smoke in amusement.]
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Crowd control, Keith. That's what you're seeing.Glowing yellow eyes stare back at him for a brief moment.]The mage ordinarily does it to themselves, making a pact with a demon their negativity summons if they are weak of will. In this case, however-
[The dream answers the question for the witch. A balding man in robes similar to the man the her from this memory came with, commanding the blood in others to heel and obey his commands; his power wrapping its tendrils into their very thoughts. Two abominations pick one man not much older than Shiro and the screams begin.
It focuses on the man; there's no light in his black eyes, no soul. The words Do you accept the gift that I offer? echo in their heads until a dragon's roar rips them free of the memory bleed.]
-was one of the senior enchanters who turned to a demon of pride and blood magic, destroying who and what he'd hoped to liberate. We were sent here to save those who hadn't been lost to this madness.
[As much as she wanted to leave them to burn, but then Amell had pointed out to her that he hadn't wanted to come to the Circle as a child and it had been as much a home as it was a prison for him.She says this while slamming her tail into the very same demon who'd thrown her earlier, right into the stone wall behind her.
Sometimes being a dragon pays. She snorts a little puff of smoke in amusement.]