He looked back at the stranger again, watching the formation of those weapons.<i>Two?</i>It was less a surprise that there were two weapons as it was that they were so completely different from each other.  One was flame, which seemed to be the man’s element.  The other was… that strange, uncannily recognizable, threaded magic.  Something in Riel resonated with it, but he didn’t know what or why.<br/><br/>Either way, he’d seen the wings, and the overpowered blackberry scent that seemed to go wherever this guy went, even inside of his soul, meant that he had to be either Anaisi or Schi.  He was betting on the latter, since he had the whole elemental thing going and the thread-magic seemed to be coming from somewhere else entirely.  Powerful and rare as the fire thing was, it would’ve been too crazy to think that this one had a whole other attribute that Riel hadn’t seen before, thus just as rare.<br/><br/>His companion took off, leaving an almost tangible cloud of blackberry.  Riel almost retched a little.<br/><br/>“Oh?  Is that how it is?” he called, spreading his own white, feathery wings and flying off after him.  Nothing wrong with a little friendly rivalry, right?  “Don’t worry.”  He caught up, gliding above the other man for a moment before swinging down and around to stare back up at him, flashing a grin.  “I’ll try to not let it kill you.”  And then he was off, speeding out ahead of the other.  Riel didn’t know what the guy was capable of, but he<i>did</i>know that the dark magic eating away at him was a vicious, merciless thing.  It wouldn’t care whether the soul it consumed was his, the original target’s, or one there assisting.