Raphael was casually strolling along, until he had approached, an indeed festering crowd. The crowd seemed to be bickering, it wasn't an uncommon sight, surely; the sewers always seemed to bring conflict and the fights it was infamous for. However, what made this fight different, was the cause of it. After listening for a few minutes, the delicate Cielothar had found out that a fire mage, unnamed; had lit ablaze to two mage performers, water and ice users. Upon discovering this, he was shocked, even fearful. The Cielothar had to know more. He followed what seemed to be the infamous Lordly Vampire; Ignace Hugo Leveau, into what would soon prove to be his own, revelation.
The Cielothar stood idly, a look of disgust, for this violence.
The two parties of Vampires and voidtouched continued to exchange bickering, insults, and even the rare threat; but all the same, Raphael had observed it all. Simply done with all this violence, the Cielothar had been on his edge, even at this moment, until the arrival of a truly, strange, rather assassin-looking figure piqued his interest. The Assassin, had appeared from almost nowhere. Raphael heard an eldritch chant, his ears twitched as he turned to face the source, to his surprise he noticed the assassin with a ball of mage fire hovering over his hand. The Cielothar barked out to put the fire out and cease any combat, but the assassin simply smirked.
The fireball seared through the air amongst it's burning trail; and struck at Maemi, a friend of Raphael. The Cielothar stood, stunned. Absolutely stunned. His expression cold as stone. His anger was flame and his face was lightning. His wrath lit. The seemingly peaceful Cielothar broke. He stepped forward and faced this taunting fiend head on, and just as he heard more chants, the Cielothar yelled, "Ventus ex animos!" snapping his fingers. Raphael retorted in anger, his wrath and passion fuelling his cast as he laid dead-set eyes upon the assassin. What an unfortunate anger. The Cielothar cast forward his winds, and just as another fire ball formed at the whim of the assassin, it was blown away by violent, stirring winds.The assassin lifted into the air, left kicking and screaming; at the Cielothar's whim!
"Felaben's wrath unto you!", The Cielothar screamed angrily over the violent, howling winds of his own creation. Heads suddenly turned to the mage, as he casted the powerful force upon this soul. He let the winds freely thrash the assassin around without any regard. And then, another powerful, wind stirred. Suddenly! The assassin was sent flying, towards the sewer exit steps far away, right through the air, having landed probably luckily and safely, the assassin took a good minute to return to his steps.
Running after, Raphael glared down at the assassin, going to cast again for good measure, this time, lifting him into the air once more, and again, repeating the same procedure from before. This time, his wrath ever more consuming, his own winds begun to retort and he felt himself slipping, but his anger, it pushed him. To the edge.
Just as the winds completed launching the assassin far away, the Cielothar suddenly broke it all. He fell. Right to his feet, unconscious, too tired to stand! The assassin returned and left a scar on his stomach for good measure, and that was that. The damage was dealt. The Cielothar would never know or remember, what kind of wrath, he had unleashed that night. But those watching, would.
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