The rush of air as a vacuum of magic snapped the strange woman into the room washed over the manic sorcerer. Eyes fluttering in disbelief he’d almost ignored the fact Tericius, with all his hot bluster, was leading the arrest against him. How? Oh he’d known this man, noble as the man may have been Daxton already knew what schemes privileged bastard planned. But that was another time and place.<br/><br/>Hands oriented into defensive formation before him causing the glimmer of a field reflect about him. His gaze shifted and turned in confusion as the woman spoke, her face coming into view. Daxton was caught in his stare.<b>“Valeria?!”</b>He’d practically announced in equal terror and relief. How was it possible? No, the sorcerer knew that he’d slain the Councilor, with his own hands, he would not denied that he did indeed kill the woman. A complicated situation that was necessary. Not that the Guild or the Kingsguard cared for motivation.<br/><br/>A blade struck out piercing the field of force. The wild eyed sorcerer found his continence twisted as he turned the mystical shield, snapping away his somatic grasp to pull through into the wooden beam behind him. With a quick elbow Daxton painfully jabbed the Guard in the face as he passed, but no sooner that he’d stepped for a new Guard rushed forth with a ramming forearm. Pressed against the wall he was caught in a struggle trying to maneuver about the brute.<br/><br/>Unable to bring his hands together Daxton became desperate as the man attempted to slip the blade through his side. For the second time in his life, caught in the rush of the moment, he’d slipped the dagger from the Guard’s hip and dug it into his neck.<br/><br/>It was a tragic moment. Sudden anger fell to surprise and confusion as Daxton equally appalled released the blade with an audible sound. Hand shaking he dropped the blade in an audible suppression of a scream. Blue eyes focused upon Tericius, and the Sorcerer found his voice, “Do not test me. You know that I do not need to harm you directly…” Shoving the bleeding man aside a horrified Daxton turned his hands in the air, fingers bent in grasping formations, he channeled the magic in his blood to his fingertips as burning spheres formed in his palms.<br/><br/><b> “I will set this Tavern alight. You and these people with it!”</b>He threatened defensively.<br/><br/>Shifting his focus onto this new woman he did not know if she was friend or foe, but he could feel her presence. He could feel her magic. She wasn’t Valeria… but it was so close it was distracting, she was plenty powerful however. This only made Daxton curious.<br/><br/>With a deep breath he looked back to Tericius,<b>“Let me walk. I am no further trouble to the guild. You do not understand why I had to slay my Master. It wouldn’t matter if you did.”</b>The conjurer attempted to argue.