"Now, now... That's quite enough, Isaiah." he said, as if scolding a child who didn't know any better. Shows of bloodlust no longer fazed him as they used to.
With a wave of his hand, he sent a soothing spell towards the enraged knight while simultaneously removing the bolt from his shoulder.
"Now... if you would lower your weapons, Sir Blackhilt. It seems to me you are outclassed, outnumbered, and surrounded."
A third pulse echoed through the kingdom. Windows rattled in their frames and several objects fell over.
"I take no joy in doing this, but I must be off..."
He sent a small wave of magic to manipulate the earth around Eri's right foot, as well as the lesser mage's, trapping them in a layer of stone.
"... and I need you to stay put. We have much to discuss, young sir Blackhilt."
Turning to the hooded man wielding the ball of wizard's fire, he thrust out a hand and sent a strong bolt of raw magical energy towards the heart of the flame. He killed the mage's fire from the inside. "And you, sir. My name is Galen. Not Gahlen or Ghalen or whatever preposterous name you called me. Learn to respect your superiors properly... or you will learn to fear them instead."
With the threat, he sent out an aura of fear, which would send even an adept with years of training into a hysterical state of terror.
With that, he turned and swiftly made his way towards the epicenter of the pulses.