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@Nanaya@Estylwen@Psyker Landshark

He had wondered briefly, what would have happened if he had chosen to recall his sword back into the World Between Doors.

But alas, Otis preferred Ciara over Iraleth, and an overt betrayal with no follow-up meant nothing. He was happy enough to sit back and relax, his amber gaze having only settled upon the Leuvalt scion once before the start of the match. The rest? It was spent on observing the leylines, recording the doorframes, seeking out what arcane security measures were present. That environment-manipulating spell that the professor used was interesting. He made a mental record to review the footage on his Adapa. The leyline flux present must have played a strong part in it, but there was a finesse present as well, perhaps one more technically impressive than simply overlaying an ascended world.

Ah, but he shouldn't dawdle. The fight was fierce and explosive; the Strigidae couldn't spend too long taking in the sights. He slipped a gloved palm into one of his belt pouches, retrieving a small clockwork construct that he cupped in his hands. At an appropriate time, Otis feigned shock at Ciara's (admittedly heinous) move. Damaging someone's prime essence through sheer essence manipulation? Damaging the very essence that determined the functionality of one's organs, the amount of years one had left on this plane? He knew she had it in her, but wow.

Otis whispered an incantation into the brass construct, then smothered it into his seat.

A poor decision by the paladin. Who knew how much the Inheritor could have degraded from this?
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