[@Absolis][@supertinyking][@dirty slime][@Lmpkio]

Mithias' next step slips on air as his body is physically floated above the ground. At the same time, he felt something unseen close around his throat, not like a 306 degree telekinetic crush, but a very precise band of pressure, like a large hand closing just around his neck alone. A jolt of fear hit him as he realized how critical it was to keep breathing. Moments like this reminded him of the last time he had been a living human with sharp clarity. Now matter how many centuries had passed, the body it seems never forgets its natural instincts. He grabbed at whatever held his neck but found nothing there. He was definitely in trouble. 

Starkiller approached him and began his questioning, loosening his choke just enough to allow some breathing through to answer. Mithias couldn't see the others, but he still knew where they were by sensing their minds. With his shimmery yellow eyes, he peered down at the force user who had him. The force that held him in midair was very much like a form of telekinesis, Mithias found, except Mithias did not yet know how to choke someone or resist that. He could probably try to telekinesis his way back down on the ground, but such a display of power might be seen as a threat. He quickly and carefully contemplated his next actions. 

"I'm... I need a ship. I was trying to steal one." He managed to eek out. 

Why he needed the ship and the rest of his story was yet to be revealed, but then suddenly something unexpected happened. Dernla made her move and killed several troopers with her bloodmagic, promptly attacking the rest of the heroes next. As her magical wounds opened up on Starkiller, Mithias felt the hold on him waiver, allowing him more breath and an opening to telekinetically push himself back onto the ground, which he did. Then he felt something very strange hit him, yet he resisted it easily, even without consciously trying. It was a wave of manipulation, a call to stay and fight. He frowned at this and stood his ground, confused as was everyone else. Something bloody and sick was going on, some kind of attack. Soldiers writhed in agony, dying with the blood sucked out of their eyes, and everyone else was in pain from unexplained wounds upon their persons. Mithias gasped in horror and watched as the group before him staggered. Dernla took off, but Mithias chose to remain. 

As the rest recovered from the hag's blood spell, Mithias held his hands up. "I swear that was NOT my doing!"