<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“As I was saying, Abjuration is all about substance. It doesn’t matter if you do anything flashy with it, as long as you get things done…”</span> Lusian stopped talking, the tingle on the back of his neck telling him Ayla was using magic, and then a much stronger force trying to pull him after that magic. He turned to Alexi, a sad smile on his face. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“I’ll be back in a bit, something requires my attention.”</span> With that he disappeared in a flash of bats and red smoke,shooting off into the ether....only to appear moments later in the same manner in a main street of Ravnica. He quickly took in the situation, from Illian holding Ayla...no not Ayla, it was one of her mirror clones, which meant...damn it, to the actual Ayla against the wall behind him. Turning, he covered her with his body and wove a quick shield, hoping to stop the blast even from short range. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99"><br/>
Illian looked down at the fake Ayla in surprise as he saw the real one get moved backwards into a nearby wall. Looking at her, he saw Lucian appear there in his signature bats and smoke, a sneer coming onto his face when he saw his rival. For a second he was puzzled as to why he was protecting the girl, then he felt the clone shatter in his hands. Illian screamed out in pain as hundreds of little cuts covered his skin.  The glass went everywhere, a few even making it through the hastily put together shield protecting Lucian. None of them got through to Ayla however, leaving her mostly unharmed.</span>