<span style="font-style: italic">Well. That was quicker than I expected</span>, Silas thought as he disentangled himself from the rug, letting the magical cage and enchanted sword fade away as its adversary fell to the floor with a clang, and releasing the metal suit from the ceiling before it fell to the floor with a crash.<br/><br/>The wizard picked up his precious hat, who had fallen after his shoes were attacked by the vicious little woolen bugger, and grinned happily, taking a look at the results of the fight. Thankfully, with the exceptions of a few bruises here and there, no-one was hurt. Well, except for their ego. The wizard who had been attacked by the gauntlet stood to her feet, massaging her neck with one slim hand.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Oh, dear</span>, Silas thought, his grin fading. Yvanne Salamander, with her purple snakeskin shoes and violet ermin cape, was one of Silas' lieutenants, and possibly the one most skilled at destruction spells. And she didn't look happy.<br/>The sorceress -and she was one, alright- had always scared Silas as much as his boss intimidated him. Possibly because of the way she could boil your blood with a well aimed spell, or the way she screamed shrilly. (And her hair was unsettling.)<br/>Yvanne was<span style="font-style: italic">angry</span>.<br/><br/>He observed the proceedings, brushing ever so oppurtune dust from his robes rather conspicuously.<br/><br/>"Gabriel! We don't have time to interrogate the bastard without the others escaping." The woman said in her Velurian accent, apparently having forgotten the gauntlet.<br/>Or not. The Sealer painfully kicked the anarchist in the void chains with her pointed python shoes. Silas winced. He was somewhat impressed by the man's spells, even if he was nearly skewered by the flying battle-axe. "Let's take him outside or cast an Influence on him, but let's quicken our pace."<br/><br/>Silas glanced at the few Sealers specialized in mind manipulating magics. An Influence...maybe that could work, but a mage that was capable of sustaining so many heavy items in the air was probably disciplined enough to resist such spells, even powerful ones.<br/><br/>Shrugging, Silas wandered off to investigate the corridor that the golem, uh, opened, creating a bright sphere to illuminate the lightless room where the anarchist had been lurking at.