[ From the palm of his hand, a light solidifies in a hexagonal pattern, forming a semi-circle shield to repel the brunt of the wave that crashes over him. It can only block so much, however, and the malice wakes over the crest of the barrier, singing the ground like acid. The splatter travels, striking him upon his arm. It seems that whether dead or not, it's magical enough to affect him, latching on his form.
He feels the siphon of his power immediately, and his attention moves from the shimmer of the barrier in front of him to where the tendril wraps around his wrist. Somnus' chin raises. He waits, waits until some blight shifts from the smooth surface of the barrier, just enough to create a window to the crystal containing Zelda beyond.
And then he acts.
A flick of his wrist dispels the barrier, and the shatter of bright magic masks the crystalline summon of a blade into his hand. A ringing, pristine sound accompanies the upward and oblique strike across the appendage that grips him, severing it from the main part of its body. Another flash, and the blade torrents towards the crystal with a trailing wisp of blue-white light, lodging blade-first a meter from its base.
Particles of his light run off cloak and hair like rain as Somnus manifests from the warp, stands, and turns in one fluid motion. The tendril of blight slips from his wrist, but a shadowy burn remains upon the pale, ghostly flesh of his form. He uses that same hand to motion toward the lightblight. Come. ]
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He feels the siphon of his power immediately, and his attention moves from the shimmer of the barrier in front of him to where the tendril wraps around his wrist. Somnus' chin raises. He waits, waits until some blight shifts from the smooth surface of the barrier, just enough to create a window to the crystal containing Zelda beyond.
And then he acts.
A flick of his wrist dispels the barrier, and the shatter of bright magic masks the crystalline summon of a blade into his hand. A ringing, pristine sound accompanies the upward and oblique strike across the appendage that grips him, severing it from the main part of its body. Another flash, and the blade torrents towards the crystal with a trailing wisp of blue-white light, lodging blade-first a meter from its base.
Particles of his light run off cloak and hair like rain as Somnus manifests from the warp, stands, and turns in one fluid motion. The tendril of blight slips from his wrist, but a shadowy burn remains upon the pale, ghostly flesh of his form. He uses that same hand to motion toward the lightblight. Come. ]