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The sense of a massive drawing of lifeforce drew Mithias' attention, and suddenly, he knew where Tiny was. Although he was far, Mithias knew the strange being in the red cape was doing something big. Furrowing his brow, he focused on Tiny and began to channel a portal to him, but halfway through his porting, another force interrupted his perceptions and strangely closed his mind to psychic perception. 

"What's this?" Mithias stopped channeling. He'd lost his focus on Tiny's location and could no longer perceive his friend. He spun around and looked up and all around himself, to the sky, to try to see what in hell was darkening down on him. Pain struck him like a lance and instantly he blocked it out, throwing up his old standby wall... but it was pathetically paper thin. A voice pierced through, asking why he was so... shiny?

Mithias gnashed his teeth and responded well within his own mind, exerting his fierce control. "This is MY mind! MY domain! You speak to me here, where I am king. I will ask the questions." Like a colossal black dragon on its heap of treasure, Mithias' mental personification glared glowing yellow eyes from the shadows and raked his fearsome claw through the gold and jewels. The elegant beast rose and stepped forward, long black wings sharp on their edges sliced the air behind him. "Get out, or I will devour you." He growled and flicked his tail.

Outwardly, the near-perfect human glared, having his inner-monologue converse with whatever had dared to invade his private soul. He was going to beat the mental shit out of it.