The brute had no time to recieve an answer, as Zer' barked out a loud, shockingly masculine<i><b><span style="color: red">"FUEGO!"</span></b></i>The air in the orc's lungs, and fibers of his cloths erupted violently into flames, sending his weapon to the ground and driving him into an agonized frenzy of confusion. Zer'zan's lips peeled back into a broad grin, the next spell spilling from his tusked lips,<i><b><span style="color: royalblue">"Vento, vento severtis!"</span></b></i>As he thrust out his left hand, withdrawing the right. From the palm came a current of ice and wind, a gale so fierce it physically rebuked the advancing guards, and send a crippling chill into their limbs, slowing their advance. The curtain which served as a door was instantly frozen solid by the sudden burst, as ice sickles formed on guard and fabric alike.<br/><br/>Stepping back slightly, mostly to get some extra distance, he uttered a world under his breath, as a shell of raw arcane power took form at his feet, before swooping up to fully encase the troll.<i>"Com'on, Face da might o' da Kirin Tor..."</i>he mocked them, lips leeping back into a broad grin... Very rarely did he ever let out his more savage side, and while he hated the uncivilized use of such a wonderous, majestic artform, he also could deeply appreciate it's destructive capabilities... The feel of electrified mana coursing through his veins, pumping out of his fingertips at his own will...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>