Pahn visibly ceases his escalation to closely observe the convulsing mass of energy before him. The silvery magics swirling about came to rest as spiraling rings of shimmering luminescence around his right hand whilst an eagle wreathed in purple and gold sprouts from sundered pavement between two godly duelists. 'I was wrong...' Recent memory's of a girl running towards danger in a shadowy alley haunt a once relaxed mind. Our named man despairs at his blunder, showing this outwardly as a grin in Anora's direction whilst she speaks through one glimmering familiar. Words would reach the girls ear, reassuring tones seeming to fill her with vigor and stamina to continue. "I'll end this quickly. Don't worry, I clean up after myself rather well." Surging energy's had been invisibly transmitted to her, powers to better withstand raging aura's filling a flipped gut. His mouth hadn't moved, but, an understanding that this message was given by him alone felt somehow clear. His promises attracted profound sensations of trust and security, as if one were young before memory and their parents had promised to give them something they knew beyond doubt they'd receive.
Ephrin laughs aloud, lowering his hand whilst regaining composure, an aura of darkened malevolence beginning to seep from him. Shadows grow longer, sighs grow deeper, warm air retreats as if to be intolerant of what stands before it. This wasn't quite so palpable as what emanated from the ivory-eyed man, but it was felt nonetheless.
"You're just full of surprises, Pahn! There's still a guardian or two lurking about?-" Ephrin's tone jokingly dances around the subject, his eyes moving towards the car Anora hides behind. His gaze was like a force, penetrating all solid matter, nearly feeling to tangibly wrap it's slimy fingers over each inch of her flesh-bound vessel. She had most certainly been discovered by all present immediately upon attempting to cast her spell. These were no minor wizards, they were well versed in the mechanics of magic in all its forms. nevertheless, she appeared to strike something in both of them, having created a conversational pause in something that was about break out in full swing.
"-I thought I'd ended that era with your lovers heart on my masters table?!" Ephrin continues his words, making an attempt at striking another chord in Pahn. Regrettably, this is exactly what he accomplished. He'd brought up a subject the man had buried for many eons. Especially after discovering Ephrin was related to a rather tragic period, things certainly weren't about to end quietly. Pahn opted to wait for now, knowing the scoundrel before him had something prepared. He'd let the beast take it's action before ripping it's jaw wide open.
Ephrin points with his left hand towards the heavens, a spell he'd been stealthily preparing since the beginning of this eagles rise being now fully enacted. This spell would take less than a second to fully activate, regardless, it's magnitude of size and detail are not to be withheld.
*WOOOSH!* All splotched clouds in the sky above split spherically with a gale felt clear down to Earth's surface. One could say some meteor had just entered it's final descent into the atmosphere, but there was no such object to accompany current events. A swirling mass of darkness spreads from the epicenter roughly ten miles above where warring participants stand, expanding as an ebony mass before ceasing it's growth upon reaching a size to dwarf any average american town. This black mass would mold into having all the features of a face, it's six-mile girth somehow never creating shadows to darken the streets below; though, it did certainly blot out the sun. Upon reaching maximum diameter it's mouth would open wide with all other features remaining closed, a howl mixes with what sounds of many revving automobile engines to create an otherworldly resonance. At the center of it's gaping mouth accumulate rays of reddened energy, eventually projecting one super-massive crimson beam downwards. They were all in it's sights, Ephrin succumbing to his inner demons by relinquishing a maddening grin in his targets general direction. When all of this had finally occurred, nearly one full second had passed.
In response to this, Pahn tosses the rings of silvery energy he'd gathered upwards. These small spiraling dots of light seem to fade into the sky before, all at once, *BOOOM!*. They collide, creating a blinding light equivalent to that of a star reaching deadly proximity with our habitable world. Color fades from existence for several seconds by a wash of pure white before the sun can reclaim it's rightful place in splotching solid matter with myriads of hues and shades. Due to Pahn's 'enchantment', Anora would only be blinded for a few brief moments even if she were to look directly into all conflict. *WOOOSH!!* Five seconds after collision, another profound gale would wash over human civilization, this one feeling far warmer than the last.
Crimson powers gather inside the orbiting face once more. Pahn snaps his right hands fingers when this occurs, the residual vibrations feeling more like a clap of thunder than anything one human hand could produce. *SKEEEE!* Sounds of grinding metal fill the air, the space above aforementioned mass of darkness having warped suddenly. Towering spears of pure white had blasted completely through the levitating weapon, that monstrous incantation dissolving away once being run through by more than thirty of these rods that could match the width of most skyscrapers. *BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!* Each spear crashes somewhere far in the distance, plumes of smoke rising at their base of collision, sending veritable shock-waves throughout surrounding county's. The length of these bland towers birthed of combat reach easily into where clouds should rest far above.
Ephrin begins dissolving into his shadow whilst his offensive dissipates, Pahn moving faster than human sight could perceive to intercept him. A massive cloud of smoke birthed from broken cement fills the entire street. When it settles, Pahn can be seen standing at the center of a seven foot deep crater slowly being filled by muddled water from a broken pipeline. His eyes are distant, and his fists are tightly clenched. Blueish fluid seeps from the corner of his mouth. Should Anora notice this fluid, some distant instinct deep in the back of her mind would flare up without any immediate explanation or control. She would feel as if she needed to protect him from harm or anything that demands hostility, perhaps even from the wind itself should our current situation deem it necessary.
Pahn would stand in his bowl of destruction, completely still for many moments to come. Silence and fear take hold of his world should none come to intercept his current train of thought. He would stare down at where his enemy once rested, being consumed by contemplation of this person and what he'd spoken about. His powerful aura had lessened, though it was still certainly potent enough to keep any average onlooker at bay.
Should Anora approach, she'd see that his body and features were to be marveled over, much like the reptilian woman to whom she was held captive only a minute earlier. How odd, that strange female offender seemed to have disappeared, yet some distant thought about her dreadful eyes seemed to linger on what was happening here. Was she still observing Anora somehow?
When close enough, the physical details of this godly being would be provided resolution. Upon his feet were tan moccasins clinging well to porcelain ankles in all their smooth, arching curves. Tattered blue jeans covet his legs, flapping faintly in a breeze still lingering from recent chaos. Through denim tears and well-fitted fabrics could be spotted faint hints to thighs lacking not in lean musculature. A brown belt rests just below a blue button-up, keeping his pants stable whilst faintly augmenting the shades of his shirt. The shirt is loose-fitting, being pulled this way and that against a body which yielded as little to the world in it's lack of movement as a marble statue. The greedy breeze provides slight peaks at shadowy valleys of physical prowess, the lower half of his abs and the upper sections of his collarbones liken to a flexing celebrity in the middle of posing for photos. His arms are smooth and unscathed, looking to practically be polished before having entered our sullied Earth just above two tightly clenched fists. His neck muscles strain out of stress over current circumstance, his face looking to be fairing no better. Even in their perplexed rage each feature seemed to be pulled directly from some beauteous Greek sculpture, leaving one to almost wish for his face to change expression so they may observe the separate facets of his outward emotion. Silver eyes, faintly luminescent even under the afternoon sun, rest just below Ivory hair. His hair was light, flowing nearly as water in the wind, and cut to be rather short aside from one wisp of strands resting just over his forehead. Overall he was rather tall and skinny at around 6' 5", perhaps it was the sheer definition of his traits that demanded awe.
How these details werent clear before is due to a thick haze of an invisible substance sorrounding him. It could not be felt, but once whithin a five foot radius of the man, his faculties would be revealed as if emerging from some blurry shroud of super-heated air.