[h3]Henry[/h3]

Though Henry could only see the Marine for a moment, he became instantly aware of the soldier's manner.  He moved heedlessly, like a bull or warthog, with no regard whatsoever for the well-being, considerations, or values of others.  One could easily picture him breaking through a door as a cavalry charge might break through a line of sword-wielding infantry, the wood smashed like matchsticks.  The dark mage made no attempt to move out of the way, either not recognizing or not caring about the danger to his being.  The next instant he was on his back, his vision swimming slightly and his mouth agape from the impact.  At the same time, his tome had fallen on the floor, a small burst of dark energy discharging as it did.  A rendezvous with the floor didn't really hurt Henry, given his tolerance for pain, but he could tell when someone meant him harm.  Further still, he could also tell when someone meant no harm but acted in such a selfish and idiotic manner that he couldn't help but hurt everyone he came across.  Henry's smile then changed.

Without much urgency he picked himself up, making sure to snag the tome on the way.  A couple of odd phrases coming from a previously-unnoticed parrot distracted him for a moment, but the new wave of foul pressure coming off him did not wane.  An astute individual with keen senses might become aware of the sound of crowing coming from outside, which signaled the arrival of several ravens to the building.  Henry saw that the weird woman had left, and that Denys stood near him with a weapon drawn.  [i]If he knows how to do a dual attack, this'll be even easier and messier.[/i]  [color=d8bfd8]”Aha, good day to you, too!”[/color]  He addressed the Marine.  [color=d8bfd8]”You might not have guessed, but you're just the man I wanted to see.  To see pooling around my shoes, to be precise.  Nyeheheh!  I'm gonna cook you in your own armor!”[/color]  Once this dark mage decided that he wanted to fight someone, nothing would get in his way.  The tome in his hand levitated, opening as it did so, and a malignant purple aura surrounded it.  Yellow-orange arcane geometries appeared around Henry, and the next instant, a mote of unholy light surrounded the Marine.  Though it seemed like a waste to use this move when he felt pretty much perfect, Henry did not think that he'd have to use another spell.  In his experience, armor-wearing knights exhibited high physical defense, but very poor resistance against magic.  An entire platoon of heavily-armored knights, a nigh-unbreakable defense to enemy fighters, would be lambs to the slaughter for Henry, Tharja, or a similar mage.

He looked forward to seeing rivulets of blood leaking out of that unique, curved plate.