<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla turned to look at her brother, now standing at her side.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “Of course.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she supplied, as Alexi nodded. Since he was an abjurer, she was expecting him to ask them to cast magic at him. She had always enjoyed the more offensive arts, expecialy evocation, when delving into sonic based attacks. Part of that was causing severe pain in someone’s mind. She’d temporarily crippled a mage before, that way. He’d been the first to tell her she was out of control, after that. </span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"><br/>
Alexi nodded in turn, waiting to see what Lucian asked of them, knowing his sister was more than willing to set the room ablaze if asked to do so.</span>