<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Foalan let out the breath he'd been holding and nodded. Good. Next step was going to hurt like a bastard. He hadn't opened himself up in a fae pool since his ascension a few thousand years ago, and he didn't have access to the stores of magic at the farm, nor his mother whose abilities acted as a lodestone to his magic. He had a fae pool and a barely remembered spell in mind. The magic poisoning Riel was doing so through his Anaisi half while the elven magics were being battered and syphoned as if they were the batteries for the spell itself. <br/>
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There was no way he could sit there and patiently extract it piece by piece, Anaisi genetics were as fucked up as extraplanar travel and being mostly the building blocks of creation could get. See, he paid attention when Anael told him the history of the Anaisi. At least insofar as figuring out how to heal that half from magic and weird drug-related injuries. This wriggly little bastard of a spell couldn't be extricated, it was plastered like a slime across Riel's soul and was smothering him from the inside. Foalan turning Riel briefly into a fiery sword was enough of a shock to loosen the tendrils. Now it was time to dig down and fight. <br/>
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Foalan pressed the palm of his right hand and the soles of his feet against the interior wall of the pond. Weave threads sprouted from the walls and wrapped around his hand and feet. Thick cords of magical energy wrapped around his middle and several silver and red threads snaked up his back and connected with his neck. Every nerve electrified. He could already feel the telltale shifting in his hips and in his chest as he released all of his collected magic and recycled it back into the pool, replenishing his reserves and opening channels he'd kept closed since childhood. <br/>
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He was going to end up paying for this bit of magic, he thought with a soft curse.  <br/>
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Foalan turned his focus to the magic eating away and the other Schi's soul and fine tendril weave threads of blue, silver, purple and yellow spread across Riel's chest and through his sternum. Foalan felt a brief shock of connection between the two, even as his body shifted and softened against his will. His body and the pool faded as his consciousness left his body, following path created by his weave magic and joining with Riel to battle against the poison deep within. </span>