[center][h1][colour=SlateGray]Edgar Quantus[/colour][/h1]

[@Rune_Alchemist][/center]

In Edgar's previous line of work, one had to always be on alert. As such, it was very easy for him to slip into a crisis mode, and this was no exception. The dragon-kin laughed at him, and called him adorable.

[i]I'm going to kill her.[/i]

If anything, it was her that was insulting him. 

[color=aba000]"You don't seem scared of me at all, do you?"[/color]

The lightning that followed didn't make him flinch in the slightest, and neither did the weapon being held to his throat. He had been in such a situation before, but not with such speed. She could have decapitated him in the very second she summoned the blade, but instead she chose not to. His eyes flickered across her body in search of a catalyst, or at least some type of runes, so that he could attempt to determine what she could do. His eyes, though, kept being drawn back to one thing in particular; her glaive. 

[color=aba000]"I will give you one chance to apologize for your insolence, before I turn your charred corpse into [i]my[/i] sandwich."[/color]

He paid no heed to the comment, and instead continued to look across the blade held to his neck. Electricity arced across it, and it had released some kind of lightning strike in a horizontal fashion. He could feel the negative pressure the blade was exerting, thanks to its charge, and in a single moment his runes went from a pale white green, to an all out glow of green. His clothes kept his other runes hidden, but the one of his eye, cheek and neck all glowed a brilliant green. There was no need to activate the spell - it had been in constant flux since the erasers attacked. 

[colour=SlateGray][b]Venalichdremonal"[/b][/colour] the incantation was instant, probably taking less than a second to say. The runes across his body lit up even brighter, and dulled again with his magic cast.

A temporal field, completely devoid of movement through time, began developing itself around three places on the Dragon-kin's body; her right arm and glaive, her left arm, and both her legs. The field would freeze them all in place, and the electricity that once danced across both weapon and wielder would stop, or at least it would in the time-devoid areas. Their arcs would still be clear and present, but they would move no longer, as the energy that once flowed through them ceased its flow.

Then, with her body disabled for the most part, he brought his arms around and tried grabbed the glaive, attempting to drag downwards and drive it into the ground, all with his left hand. Throughout the movement, the rune for [i]space[/i] glowed a slight green, and kept his body moving through the temporal field. 

As he tried dragging it down, he looked the dragon in the eyes.

[b]"I doubt you'll be eating me."[/b]

[center][h2][colour=DimGray]Synth Kane[/colour][/h2]

[@Musoka][/center]

After the battle with the eraser, he and Juliann had had a talk. What he gained from her information was intriguing, and would help protect the heir, but was what he gave her really of equal value to what she had said? He wasn't complaining, though, since having an extra ally to help keeping the heir a secret was always welcome, and the woman was more than qualified to be that person. The only question, though, was would it be enough?

Synth sat in the teachers lounge, reading a newspaper from some other country. Probably England, but it really could have been from anywhere and been just translated. He sat sipping the tea he had, which while others didn't seem to enjoy all too much, it was actually quite to his tastes. The atmosphere had been pleasant, but it was pretty much all shattered when Alistair arrived, radiating cockiness and stupidity. He had heard the storm from earlier, and assumed it had probably just been the teacher, which made his question how he even became one in the first place. If he couldn't control the power of his magic, nor how it was cast, surely that would under qualify him. He wasn't the heir, and even A pretty much said it was a student, not a teacher, even if he didn't mean to. 

“[colour=firebrick]so Juliann… How’d you come to be drafted by A-sshole[/colour]”

The man clearly wasn't educated to a particularly high standard, given his wording, which only raised more questions about his career. However he became a teacher, though, was mostly inconsequential, because his name was being more or less slandered.

[b][colour=DimGray]"Now, Alistair. That isn't a nice way to talk about a co-worker, now is it?[/colour][/b] his voice had a slightly deeper tone, considering how he fought the previous night, and the fact he removed and replaced his runes. He was also pretty tired, which didn't really help much for conversation.