As Jason took the dagger from his brother he started to feel something watching them.  He could swear it was his mind, but the nature of the spell they were casting told him otherwise.  They had already achieved contact.  Which meant he needed to hurry.  He mirrored his brothers cut on his hand and let the blood fall to the floor freely as he held his hands outward, palms up.  As Eric began the incantation, Jason countered with the focusing chant.<br/><br/>"Setam Ibris Luxion Rebrois Cadolks Betron....Setam Ibris Luxion Rebrois Cadolks Betron....Setam Ibris Luxion Rebrois Cadolks Betron...."  He continued the chant over and over, mirroring Erics every word to give it substance.  This was normal for all higher level spells, as they tended to penetrate space and time itself to achieve an end. As they spoke the circle began to glow, and he could feel the blood being drawn from his hand.  A presence was pulling at his very soul, but he fought it, forced it back with his will and continued to chant.  They were very close, the entity was trying to overpower them right off the bat, and it would either be a test of their wills, or their doom.