Rift Magic 5

[09:06:46] Cyrilim approaches Mallroth. The youth seems quite giggity actually, as if he has had a good day thusfar and isn't afraid to show it. Once he's stood in front of Mallroth he greets him, then nods to Echo as well before speaking.

"Brothers, what are you guys up to?" the youth asked, speaking right after without waiting for the response.

"Any luck with the book Mallroth?" He asked.
(Cyrilim Mistfyre)

[09:09:20] Mallroth greets Cyrilim with a nod, taking note of his mood. He curves his lips into a wide smile, proceeding to nod once more.

"It was actually quite useful, brother! I didn't get around to try it out yet. I have been busy meditating and jotting down places on the map. I've been traveling quite a lot around the area, actually. Fair load of interesting places too.", the youth says, keeping a constant smile upon his face.

"Yourselves?", he finally asks, switching his gaze inbetween the duo and examining their newly acquired garments.
(Mallroth Eklund)
[09:11:02] Wandering about the town with his arms folded underneath the coat, a perceptive eye could probably notice that he holds something down under, craddling it close to himself. Eventually coming across two of his kin, he puts his pace to a halt to speak to them, also assuming that there's something two of them would have to say.

And that was the case. Cyrillim spoke to Mallroth and then to Echo; upon overhearing the words, it didn't take him long to respond back, speaking in a casual tone.

"I was going to practice in the art I've been looking into much, but it's quite a dangerous one. So far, I have not dared to do so alone, as the risk that comes with tampering in certain... parts of reality can backfire badly." - he responds to Cyrillim.

Though, he does acknowledge Mallroth with a nod, thus greeting him. The demeanor that was coming off from Echo, one that acted brashly and perhaps even rude, seems to have faded by now - his expression does not show a troubled gaze anymore either.
(Echo)

[09:13:36] Cyrilim nods in response, it would seem his mood dimmed down a bit, having no need to keep the up-beat nature to himself he replies in all seriousity, one by one;

"Ah I see Mallroth, well I have been doing that uh...--Think we talked about that time with Batzorig. I've been making progress.. slowly..--" He replies, looking at Echo after.

"Backfire..?--What kind of magic have you been studying then?" Cyrilim asks, the statement having piqued his interest.
(Cyrilim Mistfyre)

[09:16:09] Mallroth nods his head following Cyrilim's remark, proceeding to turn towards Echo, tilting his head and rising a brow.

"I am quite curious about that myself, brother. Though, obviously if you wouldn't want to share I understand.", he says, keeping his hands underneath his cloak. There wouldn't be any sort of hostility in his tone, merely curiosity.

His eyes fall upon Echo's garments, studying them closely, however unable to pierce through his kin's cloak.
(Mallroth Eklund)

[09:17:00] It takes him a moment to response to such. Considering how he has gotten the knowledge of where exactly such magic dwelves, and how he acknowledged more about it, he pondered over the response briefly. But without much delay, he proceeded to respond to Cyrillim.

"One that tampers with the Lifestream, if you've ever heard about it." - he exclaimed.

Though, for a reason he felt like he needed to explain further about it, thus it prompted him to speak more; his jaw soon opened once more to speak while he held the item in his arms under the coat.

"It can backfire bad if it goes wrong. The Lifestream is the energy that runs within all of us, and it carries the souls of those that passed away. In a sense, it's the energy of the world - and the art I practiced aims to bend it to magi's will."
(Echo)

[09:22:08] Remains silent for a moment, absorbing the information at it is presented before processing it. He'd search for the corellation between what Echo just had stated with what he himself has studied over the last months, or even year.

He then speaks out, inquiring Echo;

"The Lifestream huh..--An energy that passes through all of us, interesting. Perhaps it corellates with what I have been studying namely the Void, and the Darkness. Seems like the Lifestream is the energy that resides in all while the Darkness is the opposite of said energy.." Cyrilim said, more in a way to theorycraft sort of than actually respond to Echo.

He'd seem to turn his eyes away a bit, pondering some more, doing so to concentrate.
(Cyrilim Mistfyre)

[09:23:50] Mallroth squints his eyes slightly upon hearing Echo's first statement, not quite grasping the concept. However, after his explanation, Mallroth widens his eyes slightly in surprise, realising the danger of studying such magic. However, despite his concern, Mallroth decides not to comment due to his lack of overall knowledge in said field and decides to listen further instead.
(Mallroth Eklund)

[09:28:57] Batzorig emerges from the bushes, walking wobbly towards his brothers that he just noticed from the distance.

"Ahhh! Brothers... *cracks neck* How are you doing?"

He utters, yawning afterwards.

Batzorig steps inbetween nodding at them in a greeting manner, stretching himself. Still a little wobbly.
It would seem like he just woke up.
(Batzorig)

[09:29:48] Acknowledging the words of his brother, it doesn't take long for Echo to grasp of what's being spoken about due to the gift he received. Soon after he has finished his sentence, Echo responds to it:

"In a sense, the Occult works directly with the Lifestream. However, it is the magic that corrupts Lifestream all too often, forcing the Depravity upon it if the Magi is to ever succumb to it's destructive nature. Certain magics, such as Occult itself and others, tend to force the Depravity against the Lifestream - but do not mistake it for inherently evil magic. It is difficult indeed to control the malicious urges that come with study of Occult, but it is still possible regardless; though, to bend the Lifestream itself is an act of Depravity on it's own, no matter from which angle approached."

Echo spoke like he simply knew of it, instead of theorizing. Not a single stop in his speech or a moment of hesitation or doubt when he was talking about it. But to know of such things would mean that he has gotten into such arts, and one could only wonder what he was doing to get the grasp of it.
(Echo)

[09:34:04] Cyrilim nods, he'd recognize where Echo is coming from with his statement and so he proceeds to reply;

"Yes, that is what I meant. The Lifestream is the energy where things are made off and the Darkness is the opposite side, the negative counterpart of the Lifestream. However it seems weird to me the manipulation of the Lifestream is also seen as an act of depravity..--Makes me wonder if these "Acts of depravity " are really the things we should frown upon..--So far /everything/ is an act of depravity and that kind of makes it reek of propaganda..-- Weak." Cyrilim adds.

He ponders for a moment then adds something to what he said, rather hastily;

"Where have /you/ learned of this, Echo--I haven't seen you in the library at all these past months."
(Cyrilim Mistfyre)

[09:36:38] Mallroth switches his gaze inbetween the duo, struggling to follow the conversation as he can't quite grasp all the concepts presented in the duo's speech. The boy tries to picture it all in his mind, wishing he'd spent more time in the library like his brethren instead of doing physical training. But he couldn't allow himself to fall behind in skill, although it appears that it had already happened.

The boy switches his gaze towards Batzorig for a second, greeting him with a smile and a nod.
(Mallroth Eklund)

[09:40:54] Batzorig looks at Cyrilim as he speak and then at Echo as he answered, then back to Cyrilim. Switching his gaze rather quickly between them two. He then stops his eyes at Mallroth, noticing he has been greeted by him, he answers with a warm smile.

"Umm... I've been trying to meditate and create that universe within myself, I don't know if I feel anything yet... It's hard to tell, I can say for sure I feel a change, but it's not significant."

He grabs himself by the chin and looks down onto the ground drifting away with his thoughts about the occult magic and about what his brothers were saying.

(Batzorig)

[09:44:19] "Those that claim that 'acts of Depravity' are ultimately bad cannot see the other side of the coin. They fear what they cannot understand - in a sense, ALL actions upon Lifestream are claimed to be bad. But what if those acts are necessary, or good? What if one has to intervene into Lifestream to ressurect their fallen family member, to teleport away people to safety, to slay the monster with destructive power? It does not sound so evil anymore, does it?"

Echo backed up Cyrillim's thought in this. In his mind, it was more than just ignorant to claim that Depravity is an ultimately bad thing, considering how much it could benefit both the Magi and his companions. To ignore the abillity to bend reality like this isn't just stupid, it's more like a sin on it's own, to be given a gift but turn away from it and shun it.

Though, he squints upon Cyrillim's questioning of his source of knowledge, taking a moment to answer. Within short time span, however, he quickly comes up with something to say:

"I have been in the library though, just not when all of you were. And I've been practising as well, just far away from the rest."
(Echo)

[09:51:08] Cyrilim nods to the statements shown, he'd agree non-verbally yet speaks of a slightly other matter;

"Well, we all seek power, correct..-- And such I have taken some of our kin to study the Darkness, try and form a picture, then utilize it, create and destroy."

Cyrilim uttered in all seriousity, it seems as if the past grievances towards the ones that dared assault him and his kin arise from within, adding a slight disdain to his tone.

"It's time /they/ start fearing /us/, right brothers?" Cyrilim asked, looking at them each interchangingly.
(Cyrilim Mistfyre)

[09:53:42] Mallroth furrows his eyebrows, nodding in agreement to Cyrilim's statement. He rests his hand upon the pommel of the dagger behind his cloak, switching his gaze inbetween the participants of the conversation.

He utters no word however, for all that he wouldn've wanted to say had either already been spoken or had no place within the conversation at hand.
(Mallroth Eklund)

[09:54:33] Agreeing with Cyrillim's statement with a nod in both acknowledgement and agreement, he spoke again to back up such thought:

"It is indeed. But we have still much to learn - I've encountered beings of unfathomable power that could destroy anything and anyone in it's wake."

He added no more on top of that. Certainly, he strived for power as much as his kin did, and he'd very much like to ensure that they have absolutely nothing to fear, but so far his experiences have shown that they could always come across someone extremelly powerful, and thus must stay cautious.
(Echo)

[09:57:58] Batzorig looks at Cyrilim, nodding a couple of times, he then pumps his fist in the air like an angry mob would do and yells out:

"Yes! For what they did to us, for the fear /they/ have instilled. I won't serve nobody but my family..."

Batzorig answers angrily, frowning and flexing his muscles as he speaks, the emotions would flow uncontrollably making him unload a few lightning sparks.
The lightnings would cover his eyelids for a brief moment.

"I want us to be able to protect ourselves no matter what cost, brothers. No matter what cost."

He says after calming himself down, no more lightnings could be visible as the flow of emotions stopped raging inside of him like a storm.

Batzorig looks at each one of his brothers, nodding slowly.
(Batzorig)

[10:00:32] Cyrilim scoffs, his heart hardened by the words of his kin. He presents himself as the spiritual leader of the group since he's not a fuckin Alfred, speaking once more as a means to rally the troups in a way, yet he does so with confidence and arrogance.

"Then we shall resolve brothers, to grow strong enough to make these petty willed demons bow to our wills. What say you?" Cyrilim states.
(Cyrilim Mistfyre)

[10:02:14] "So we shall.", Mallroth says sternly, follwing Cyrilim's words. He curves his lips into a smirk as a compassionate fire is set ablaze within him. The boy bares his teeth, dragging his gaze across the faces of his companions.
(Mallroth Eklund)

[10:03:56] Simply nodding along to Cyrillim's statement after, he agreed to his point wholly to grow far more powerful than this. It was, after all, his plan as well - so why not tag along with his kin while he's at it?

"I've been planning to get into practice of the art I mentioned earlier. Surely you all have something to practice as well?"

He adressed to the rest of his group to see what they're up to. Deep inside, he feared that the art he wishes to practice could backfire at him, and having the kin next to him would prove as another layer of defense and safety in case he requires assistance. Should it backfire and he'd be alone, the lack of help could be his undoing.
(Echo)

[10:04:48] Batzorig looks at his brother, clenching his jaw, his teeth can be heard how they grind against eachother, then he nods at him.

"Aye! They don't take us seriously, they think just because we are humans... Just because we are young, we are no threat... That we WILL be no threat to them..."

Batzorig reaches out forwars slightly with his hands uncovering them from the cloak, his palms facing the sky.

He then looks at his hands while saying that sentence, then looks back at Cyrilim and Mallroth.
(Batzorig)

[10:06:30] Cyrilim nods, he'd speak to Echo in particular since his brethren already know, stating the following;

"We have been seeking power in the Darkness, and we're close. Together with my fire magic and the darkness I'm sure I will produce power great enough to vanquish whomever wishes to assault us in the future." Cyrilim spoke, full of confidence.
(Cyrilim Mistfyre)

[10:10:46] Mallroth turns his gaze towards Echo, finally finding an opportunity to speak, although he doesn't necessarily crave to do it.

"I've been.. going more on the physical side. I've been training out in the woods, either fighting yokai or.. just general physical training. I'm also wearing these whenever the things are not.. tense..", he says as he opens the cloak, poking one of his legs out. He motions his hand to his ankle, displaying what appears to be a rather bulky shin-guard.

"They're weights.", he says, feeling the need to clarify. "I wear those over my normal leg guards.. I've been improving alright overall.. I suppose.", he says, not necessarily aware of his own level of mastery upon the martial arts.
(Mallroth Eklund)

[10:14:11] Batzorig follows his gaze at where Mallroth is pointing and nods as Mallroth would explain how he is training.

"Mallroth, are they weights heavy? They sure look like they are."
He utters.
(Batzorig)

[10:16:44] Mallroth curves his lips into a smile, proceeding to shrug. "They were at first.. now I don't necessarily notice them that much.. Which is good, I suppose! I might have to.. 'upgrade' them later, though.", he says towards Batzorig.

"I can hook you up with a pair as well, if you wish."
(Mallroth Eklund)

[10:17:36] Batzorig would nod in approval, biting his lower lip.

"Oh yeah I would really appreciate that, I could also use some physical training.
In a healthy body rests a healthy sould, right?"

He says as he smiles towards his brother.
(Batzorig)
[10:18:27] Sending a nod to Mallroth in both acknowledgement and approval of his weights, he takes a brief moment in order to examine them. Taking the grasp of their appearance and measuring their approximate weight judging by how they look, he soon exclaims about it:

"That's good. We'll certainly need someone who's good with the sword - as powerful as magic can be, relying on it completely is something that shouldn't be done, no matter what."

Though, he interrupts the talk in general with the next remark:

"We're getting behind schedule with training. Perhaps we should head off elsewhere to practice?"
(Echo)
[10:20:09] Cyrilim briefly responds, gesturing towards the south as he does so, his eyes locked on Echo however.

"We've been going to the south for training, there's a bridge that leads to a quiet place away from town where we have been training. We can go there right now if you so wish--I'm ready to get some more training in." Cyrilim states, looking at Mallroth and Batzorig after.

"You two coming along?" Cyrilim asked after.
(Cyrilim Mistfyre)
[10:21:00] Batzorig smiles and says:

"Yea, after you."
(Batzorig)
[10:21:52] Mallroth nods in agreement with his brothers as he brings his legs and whole body underneath the shroud of his cloak. He awaits for his brethren to depart, following in their footsteps.
(Mallroth Eklund)
[10:23:34] Cyrilim sets foot on their self-claimed training grounds, turning around to the brothers with a smirk decorating his visage. He'd adress them with proper tone, making sure they hear him over the waves clashing against the rocks.

"So, this is it Echo--Nice eh?" He inquired, smiling afterward.
(Cyrilim Mistfyre)
[10:26:08] Taking a look around the place, he gazed carefully around the place, only to notice the vast amounts of water they're surrounded with. This seemed like a perfect place to train for him - the place of silence and solace, with nobody to disturb you, and moreover there's water everywhere to back up his affinity to water magic.

"It's nice." - Echo responded to Cyrillim's remark.

Soon, a small smile carved upon his face, clearly showing his appreciation of the area. He liked it already and adjusted his cloth a bit to get comfortable just before they'd proceed with the training.
(Echo)
[10:29:32] Mallroth cranes his gaze across the surrounding area, once more taking in its peacefullness and inhaling deeply. The youth undeos the strings that hold the cloak over his shoulders, pulling it from over himself and unveiling the new metal plates that cover his casual clothes. He folts the cloak neatly, dropping it onto the grass afterwards, proceeding to stretch his back, arms and legs by twisting, bending and extending his limbs.

He remains silent, although keeping note of his brethren's actions, throwing quick glances at them every once in a while.
(Mallroth Eklund)
[10:30:24] Batzorig follows up and steps onto their training land that he and his brothers took for themselves.

He takes a moment to appreciate the beauty of it, the smell of it's greener than anywhere else grass, the REEE'ing of the frogs in the pond, and the breeze coming from the beautiful sea that is surrounding this small piece of land.

"This is a good place... Ahh, Alright let's get it done."

Batzorig says whilst smiling the whole time, he looks at his brothers and unties the cloak from his collar letting it fall softly onto the ground like an autumn leaf.

He uncovers his 16 year old bare chest and stretches his arm, and tilts his head left and right cracking his neck.
(Batzorig)
[10:34:40] Cyrilim flutters his cape, letting it blow wind through his garments to get some fresh air, then unties the cloak, letting it fall on the ground like autumn leaf. He speaks briefly.

"So, what will we do..--Meditation or straight to business...--Combat training?"

Cyrilim inquires with a smirk, walking about whilst stretching his arms, already having made the decision for himself.
(Cyrilim Mistfyre)
[10:38:04] Considering two options in this case, he took a moment to think it over and come up with the one that is better; although beforehand, he decided to voice his own preference here.

"I was considering to practice that certain art earlier, which means we'd have to stick to meditation, although the combat training is fine with me as well."

Adjusting his cloak briefly, he decides to not actually drop it just yet, considering that it's undecided whether they'll be doing combat training or meditation - not yet at least.
(Echo)
[10:39:47] Mallroth spreads his legs and leans forwards, stretching the muscles of his legs. He rises his gaze towards the duo as he begins twisting his body from side to side, causing his bones to crack.

"I'm also alright with both. Doing a little warmup never killed anyone.", he speaks, switching his gaze inbetween the duo for a second before returning his gaze upon the grass as he continues his warm-up session, awaiting upon a decision from the others.
(Mallroth Eklund)
[10:41:29] Cyrilim nods to the statements, he'd agree to them, meaning to get some warm up going before he delves back into his regular regimen of training.

"Well then Echo, want to join me for a round of sparring..? I'd like to see how you've improved since the last time I've seen you fight.." Cyrilim said with a faint smirk on his visage, he'd walk around a bit, bobbing up and down still warming up slightly.

"You game?" He adds.
(Cyrilim Mistfyre)
[10:44:03] Batzorig looks at Cyrilim and as he hears what he said he chuckles. Then he switches his gaze at Mallroth, smiling.

"Brother, want to give it a go, so we won't just be watching?"

He says, while still stretching his back, and turning his torso from left to right.
(Batzorig)
[10:46:36] Mallroth rises his gaze, curving his lips into a smirk as he hears Cyrilim's words. He then turns his gaze towards Batzorig, his smirk turning into a warm smile as he straightens his spine, returning to a casual stance. He nods his head.

"Sure I am down, brother. How shall we do it, though?", he asks, examining his companion's apparel and overall equipment.
(Mallroth Eklund)
[10:49:10] Batzorig looks at Mallroth, then he looks around the area for a brief time thinking about how they could have a friendly spar.

"No weapons... No magic... How does that sound to you?"

He answers, and he tosses his sword to the side.


(Batzorig)
[10:49:10] Nodding back to Mistfyre after his offer for a spar, he soon exclaims about it verbally as well:

"Sure thing, why not. That'll help me to test a couple of things as well."

Casually unclipping the coat around his shoulders, he places it down on the grass to get ready for the spar. He walks a bit backwards in preparation for it.
(Echo)
[10:50:52] Mallroth nods his head, unfastening the scabbard of his dagger and dropping it onto the ground, next to his folded cloak. He proceeds to unstrap the protective plates on top of his clothes, resting them upon the grass as well before removing his shirt. He stands barechested, walking towards his companion with a smile. The boy cracks his neck, tilting his head from side to side, followed by the cracking of his knuckles.

He hops a few times, loosening his muscles before clenching his fists and rising them upright in a guard.
(Mallroth Eklund)

[10:54:17] Mallroth takes one step backwards, moving one foot behind the other. He begins hopping back and forth, keeping his fist upright. The boy's moves are swift and misleading, tending to feint moving to a side and moving to a different one instead.
(Mallroth Eklund)
[10:55:08] Closes his eyes momentarily in order to have a brief focus, he then summons the mana from within, summoning his affinity for fire up and into the physical realm, allowing it to encase his body which will now be clad in fiery flames.

His red hair slightly wavers about as his eyes are glinting with the fires of battle. It had been quite a while since he had tasted the fires of war and he so eagerly awaited it. Perhaps a little too excited to spar, he seemed.

Flames start seeping out of his body before they amass at his hands, raising them up slaightly beside his waist as he prepares for battle both physically and mentally, he then speaks;

"Read when you are, brother"
(Cyrilim Mistfyre)
[10:55:08] Batzorig flexes all his muscles getting all tense, he then breathes out letting all the tension go, he shadow boxes a little before going a little wider on his legs getting into a fight-ready stance.
(Batzorig)
[10:56:51] {combat} Batzorig has been defeated by Mallroth Eklund! They're unable to continue fighting.
[10:57:42] Immediately drawing the water from the nearby lake, he prepares a whip in his hand to lash out; the constant source of water also serves him for an easier time of handling water magic, considering that he has no need to conjure it as well.

Doing this magical feat, he employs nothing short of cognitive magic; his consciousness is fred from anything disturbing, and he allows the free circuit of mana to flow into his consciousness. Taking a deep inhale, he prepares to visualize the images infront of him, thus create the magic with his sheer willpower. It's been years, after all, that he started to do cognitive magic, two years precisely - and now he has gotten quite good at this technique, no longer reliable on the emotional source for the magic to fuel himself.

His other hand coats him in what it seems to be a bloody aura; it acts as protective aegis, and his veins and arteries surface upon his body, displaying the surge of blood that he's manipulating.

Nodding his head again to his kin, he responds.

"Ready."
(Echo)
[10:58:33] Mallroth breathes heavily, resting his hands upon his knees, cannoning a ball of saliva mixed with blood to the side. He walks forth towards his companion, extending his open hand with a wide smile. The boy wipes a trace of blood that drools from the side of his mouth with his bandaged hand, staining it.
(Mallroth Eklund)
[11:00:16] {combat} Echo has been defeated by Cyrilim Mistfyre! They're unable to continue fighting.
[11:01:07] Batzorig gets knocked down onto his bum after a powerful hit that seemed to end the spar for him, he smiles and cleans the blood that seems to be coming out from his lower lip he reaches out with a hand towards Mallroth, getting raised up with his help, he pats his bum while raised and spits onto the ground next to them, smiling even wider.

"I need to ask... That training of yours did help you a little, huh?"

He chuckles, and spits once again.
(Batzorig)
[11:03:40] Mallroth chuckles alongside Batzorig, tapping his brother on his shoulder. "It seems like it! Though you almost got me yourself!", he says with a wide smile. Say, do you want to go again? Full arsenal, this time.", he utters with a determined smile, holding resting his hands onto his hips and awaiting his companion's reply.
(Mallroth Eklund)
[11:05:23] A battle ensues. The moment Cyrilim moved, Echo responded in kind, summoning water as Cyrilim summoned fire. It was as if they were eachother's opposites, dancing a battle like a yin and yang. Water swept from around them inward whereas Cyrilim summoned the fire from within, firing it outward.

The battle raged one, whiplashes of water lashed out at Cyrilim while his fire dances around proppelling towards Echo in order to attempt to pin him down. A resilient Cyrilim withstands the lashes that strike at him, however at some point the damage takes it's toll. He pursues Echo as he keeps his distance but eventually Cyrilim's tenacity puts Echo in a disposition, thus Cyrilim cornered him.

With a dash to his side, Cyrilim utilized his agility to the max, placing him beside Echo, lowered beside him with bended knees. He looks up with the fires of battle still heavily burning from within his eyes, opening his mouth to roar as he summons the magic from within, exploding fire in a nova surrounding Cyrilim, throwing Echo in the nearby point in the wake of the blast wave.

Cyrilim would start laughing as he sees Echo tumbling into the water.

"Got ya there brother!" He'd yell
(Cyrilim Mistfyre)
[11:05:23] Batzorig gives his brother a bloody smile and a nod of agreement.

"Alright, let's try it!"

He walks over to the sword and grabs a hold of it's handle, he then turns around to Mallroth.

"Im ready."
(Batzorig)
[11:07:05] Mallroth steps towards his own equipment, grasping his dagger and removing it from its scabbard. He clutches his tightly, holding the blade parrallel to his forearm as he rises it to his chest-level. He watches Batzorig's movements closely as he moves around him in a semi-circle, awaiting for a proper moment to either pounce of counter.
(Mallroth Eklund)

[11:12:12] After the battle started, Echo whipped the bursts and beams of water against Cyrillim, combined with the occasional manipulation of blood, he fought against his brother in a battle of the opposites - fire against water. Constantly upholding the movement around the fires and water alike, he kept launching new attacks against Cyrillim just as much as he could.

In attempts to do his best and use cognitive magic instead of the symbolic magic, which is the easier technique here, he constantly kept the mana circuit flowing through his consciousness, he visualized each and every spell that he threw against his kin.

Though, he's caught off guard at one point. With the fire nova exploding against him, his eyes closed from the pain and sudden shock from being swept off and thrown all the way into water. Flying off with his teeth gritting, he eventually hits the surface of the water and is submerged beneath, going downwards.

But his eyes open, realising his surroundings quick enough.
(Echo)

[11:17:20] His brows furrow upon realisation that he's in the water. Jolting his arms backwards, he propels himself back to the surface by manipulating the flow of water, using the same old cognitive magic technique that he has learnt over last two years.

Echo re-emerges from the surface of the water and steps upon the land as soon as he's propelled far enough from it, taking a look at own garments. He heaves a sigh since they're all soaked, and casually manipulates the water out of it to help himself get dry.

Casting a brief look upon Cyrillim in the distance, he sees him next to the man that he does not recognize, and thus walks over to them both since the fight is over now.
(Echo)