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Leval Lamrue

@PharaohAtem@The One@EchoicChamber

Apparently the salt had been of some help as after he poured it on the werewolf/Soul’s head, it seemed as the werewolf regained some measure of control, screaming for the spirit to get out. Leval could not sense the assistance that the female mage had given with her own abilities since she had reached out mentally, otherwise he would have thanked her. Soul exited the body and apologized for the action stating that was completely accidental. This mollified his anger at the spirit somewhat, but he still raised a warning finger to Soul.

”Soul, never do that to a being with its own will again. None of the students or their companions here. That is a massive violation of another person.”

Leval turned around to check on Shela as well as to figure out what the music he heard was coming from. A scene straight of a Disney movie hit his eyes. More than a hundred people and animals in fine decor or obviously enslaved met his eyes, juxtaposed with the singing and dancing of the guards. However, what attracted his attention was Shela being knocked down roughly to the ground by one of the guards. She had fallen awkwardly and was in danger of being trampled to death by the approaching horde. Leval reacted without further thought. He slammed the bottom of his staff into the ground at a heavy slant, then with a brief mental command extended his staff forward at a lightning fast speed. He kept hold with one hand, clinging to the staff as he rocketed forward to the girl. Using his momentum, he used his free hand to scoop both Shela and her lizard. With another mental command, his staff resumed its normal size, shrinking as fast as it had extended. He rolled forward using his arms to protect girl from the environment and danger.

His momentum and rolling allowed to move past the large horde of people, avoiding a very painful death by trampling. However, his head scraped up against a rock as he moved, tearing a large gash into his forehead above his right eye. He stopped rolling forward, gently placing the girl on the ground and checking for any injuries. "Are you alright??" As he checked her. A princely figure strolled out, clothed in splendor, threatening the group if he did not see the headmaster quickly.

Already upset from Soul’s actions, Leval's adrenaline had moved into overtime as well as his sense of indignation. He rose taking a few steps away from Shela, standing in front of her to shield her from any further harm. He rose his staff into the air with one hand, spinning it in his fingers three times, before slamming the hook of the staff into the ground. Countless invisible threads of magic burst out of the end of the staff reaching the Prince and entourage shifting the appearance of all. The golden camels now appeared emaciated beast with rough patchy fur, the peacocks resembled and sounded like wild turkeys, the slaves were now clothes in the clothes of nobles, while the guards wore nothing but undergarments and dirt, the white clean monkeys now grey and covered in filth. As for the prince, Leval cast the weave of his illusion to change the princes fine clothes into that the slaves had worn. In addition, he appeared to be covered in a brown substance that smelled of elephant feces.  Leval leaned against his staff, breathing heavily from the magic, having emptied out near his entire mana reserve for the major Weave.
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