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Hmm. Well I guess that I will just have to take you along.

~Reaching forward and down, Truinthil took hold of the kids hand.~

Come on. It will be fun and I promise not to hurt you at all. In fact I should be able to get a good guard for you. Yeah.

~For the time being Truinthil ignored the whomper, but had a few nasty spells ready for anything that might jump him. Whether they were initially meant for a small fuzz ball or not isnt clear.~

*Micha resisted some, he wanted to stay and finish what he was doing. The boy turns to look at Truinthil, his eyes as dead and grey as they ever were, and his expression the same as always*

Micha: . . .

*Fenton's growls did not go unnoticed. Micha was now sitting uncomfortably, and still resisting. Nana was almost at the library now, it was within sight and she was drawing near*

*Micha was still resisting Truinthil, thought it was weak. The boy was in comparison to Truinthil, frail? At the very least he didn't appear to much in the ways of muscle, and his wings didn't move at all. In fact since his wings were sprouted they had not even moved once, not even a little. This was quite the interuption, Truinthil was causing. How was the boy to turn the pages of his book if one hand was restrained?*

Micha: . . . . . . .

*Nana was almost to the door now, she had jogged most of the way there, after Orias had left. Demons running loose in the citadel! Nana would definitly talk to Mastema bout this. Nana had never come in contact with a good demon, or one without ill intent before. His little "hello" didn't do much to change her mind either*

~Snorting at the whomper, Truinthil moved the cube of air it was trapped in away from him roughly, not caring about the chunk of arm that was ripped from his body.~

Heh. Fiesty little beast.

~As the screen appeared though he grinned.~

Oh I do not mean to harm anyone. I just wanna figure this kid out. It seems that Mastema has little interest in him other than a possible future weapon. At least thats the way I see it. I wanna puzzle this kid out. He is an enigma to me, and likely to Mastema as well. He intrigues me and when something intrigues me I like to find out how it works. I mean to bring no harm to this kid and will take care of him very very well. If Mastema wants to take my effort at understanding one of his children as an attack then let him. And if he so wishes to follow me, I would certainly like to see him try to get into my own home.

~As he was speaking to this screen his arm had already regenerated the portion it had lost. His healing abilities had been fast before, but now they were simply ridiculous. Picking up the kid entirely, his arm around the kids waist<, he grinned as there was a huge surge of energy from his body. This surge was large enough that depending on the amount of dampening effect that Mastema's barrier had, his power would likely be felt outside of the Citadel for several miles. The fact that Truinthil was using this amount of energy showed that he didnt want to dawdle around for longer than needed and meant to get himself out of the barrier faster than he had ever done before. Before he left though, he grinned.~

Now then. I suspect that this bracelet, however ordinary it looks, is something to have concern over. Therefore I shall be rid of it.

~Pointing his finger at the bracelet, a thin stream of what appeared to be liquid light was emitted and came in contact with the bracelet. While being far hotter than the sun could ever be, Truinthil would contain it to only touching the bracelet so as not to harm the child. This light was designed to cut the bracelet then take hold of it.~

Zio: *The screen didn't even seem to respond. This was partly a suspense method should T await a response from the screen. As T made his declaration, the entire infrastructure of the barrier began to change. The paradoxal energy intensified to a 5x factor. Not only did this severely increase the entropy inside the barrier's frame, it almost made the substance a truly invincible thing. The cost was that energy could not be transferred from the core to the shield like this permanently.... and after that the connections would have to be magically or mechanically refined to make it work properly under normal circumstances. If T used up tremendous energy getting in, smoothly as he did, he was going to have to metaphorically suck his own soul dry to get out of it more than likely with something chasing him*

Fenton: *Upon being pulled away, the critter ravenously devoured the piece of flesh and looked back to Truinthil. He could see the pain in Micha's face and became enraged at Truinthil. Doing what he knew best, Fenton opened his mouth wide. He was going to devour the very air around him to get out*

*As the barrier was strengthened, Mastema stood up quickly from his place* Trilla, wait here until I come back... *With that Mastema was gone within a second or two of Truinthil's response to Zio. Even as he teleported, Mastema made his move against Truinthil. If all worked out as it should, Micha and Mastema were quite literally going to switch places. Zio was more than operational within the citadel, and teleportation was a triviality*

((Nana said she'd post next xp ))

*Truinthil would indeed get a bit of a surprise. At first it would seem that Micha had suddenly grown into a full height adult, since he and Mastema held a similar complexion. However, after the figure spun and slashed upward towards Truinthil's face with blade-like nails that exceeded 7 inches in length, he would quickly realize he was now right next to Mastema himself*

~Truinthil growled once he noticed that Mastema had replaced Micha. Stopping all but instantly, Truinthil bent backward at what should have been an impossible angle, the blade-like nails only grazing his chest. As he bent though, his right foot came up very fast, aimed for Mastema's chin, while his left remained firmly planted on the ground, though this should have been utterly impossible. Any with keen enough senses to notice though would literaly see waves of power flowing from Truinthil, sustaining his balance to what would seem to be perfection.~