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"My young friend you are quite dense. Can you not tell?"

::Jaunus held his hand aloft and he caught a snow flake. He closed his hand and opened it to reveal a huge snow flake. He threw it into the air and in an instant it exploded into thousands of tiny ice crystals that froze the ground where they landed::

"I am not only a Geomancer but im also a Cryomancer. I thought the icy fist through the wall would have explained all of that. Anyway because of my powers i can sense stuff like that. Gods i knew most puffs were dense but damn"

Kaya shuddered slightly as Cameron passed him by. He bother looking up he remembered the simple feeling in the air around him. It was cold this time though. The air around him seemed to grow colder, almost bone chillingly cold. He got up, discarded the remainder of his now half frozen latte, and left before anyone noticed the faint snow that had started to fall around him. That hadn't been the Necromancer that caused him to shudder, it was his own Cryomancy getting out of hand again."Dammit!" he yelled into the city air. He walked the remainder of the way to his apartment and quickly unlocked the door and went inside. "I have so gotta find someone that can teach me to control this." he muttered to himself as he sat down on the end of his bed and flopped back on it.

Cole lifted his head and looked at the man "What did you say?" he asked softly. I bet he's one....one of those necromancers or homeomancers....I bet he's here to kill me.... "Are you a mage?" he asked emotionlessly, not caring what others thought about him. If they want to send me to the asylum again, I'll escape....just like last time.... He smiled, showing his fangs, and looked into the other's eyes.

Gervain frowned. Was it just him or was this man being overly cautious? Perhaps he suspected something. He was finally led to the man's home - to find that he had climbed in through a window. He was now deffinately quite irked - but it would be worth it. Unawaked mages this old were not very common... and their corpses were wonderfully preserved. The spirit had fallowed the man in, slipping under his feet to make absolutely sure that it was not seen. It would follow the man everywhere... until Gervain called it back or Leif - or Gervain - died. But Gervain wouldn't die. A smirk spread across the Necromancer's lips and he stepped forward across the roof, unlocking the window with Dark magic. He opened it silently and left it - he would, after all, need to get out afterwards. He moved quickly, stealthily - like a panther slinking across the lands, silently moving in upon its prey. He hand was at the man's throat, knife out, only a few second after he had entered the room, the fingers of his other hand moving to grip his shoulder.

Leif snarled like some great beast, all of the muscles in his body rippling into action at once, fueled by adreniline and more than a hint of fear. His eyes caught the flash of a knife. No, he wasn't about to let such paltry things as metal take him down. Not when we can bring this all crumbling down... His power whispered, rolling in the back of his head. It was so strong, he would've vomited if he had the time. But the young man wasn't ready to give into that just yet either. In rapid succession he blocked Gervain's attacking arm, then his opposite fist snapped up towards the attacking mage's nose. He used his grip on the knife weilding hand and spun around, using his own body weight to throw the other to the ground. Thanks mom, for paying for judo lessons, he probably would've thought, if adreniline hadn't already taken over. He already knew it was the stranger from the hospital. He could feel it from the way his power stirred, like recognizing like. <********!" He roared, the strange sensation of something breaking like a damn inside him snapping him out of his attack. He grabbed his head and screamed, a succession of snaps and a constant rumble rolling in the back of his head. Yet, it wasn't really in his head at all. The ground was shaking, the support beams for his ratty apartment building bending and nearly about to snap.
((I think I might've gone a bit overboard Oo wink )

((I don't like fighting either, but I like Leif, I don't want him to die ;_; ))
Leif roared louder, lips curled back revealing nearly all of his teeth, the very sound rending the air, tearing bricks from the walls, wood from the floors. They clattered together around Leif, ungodly loud, a thunderous roar of materials drifting and shifting around him like a lazy tide. Raw power surrounded the stone and wood, leeching off the energy of the natural objects. The power dribbled towards the spirits: life and death were a cycle after all, earth gives life and then recycled through the power of death. That rolling purring power inside him wanted to eat the spirits whole. Leif was far away now, his subconcious taking care of him, saving him, wrapping him in a thick cacoon of incalculable power.

Wordless noise poured out of Leif, but it wasn't coming from his mouth. The power itself screamed. It refused to die so soon after being awakened. It had been waiting so long to be released, to feel fresh air on its earthy hide. Leif's pale eyes were closed, but his hands lifted, reached around Gervain's arms, grabbed his face, and pressed inhumanly strong thumbs into completely exposed eye sockets. Brick and floorboards crashed down from the tornado-like shield onto Gervain's head, one after another until there was a bright patch of sky above them and to the right were the side of the building had been torn away. Those things flowed off of Leif like water, not even leaving a scratch on the smooth leather of his jacket.
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((Okay, people. I posted up (yet another) NOTE. Read it or get shredded pummelled with claws pillows by my kittens minions.))