The air shimmered with a power barely visible, but its effects were plain and easy to comprehend as the dagger flung at the robed elf's face ricocheted in slow motion off a nonexistent surface, clattering to the floor. The man behind this invisible wall didn't even blink, but idly kicked the blade far out of the Forsaken's reach, stepping over it, teeth bared in a hissing whisper that betrayed more emotion than anything leading up to it.<br/><br/>"This has nothing to do with bounties, undead scum," he spoke as he closed in on the dagger-wielding creature, towards the cloud of glowing dust. The distaste of it, the complete wasteful unnecessity, spurred an anger in him that rarely saw the light of day. "You chose to make this personal, and personal it shall be."<br/><br/>Just about to pass the threshold, however, Valeander was forced to take steps back, coughing in the sudden explosion of smoke. A soft growl escaped from his lips, a hand squeezed into a fist, and he reached out with his mind once more, much less subtly now, completely ignoring the beautiful human woman still standing next to him, staring at the scene unfolding. A spell of haste and urgency, of anger, could easily be sensed by both L'odu and Magrev, a presence entering the room with them; invisible, yet tangible, it was almost a physical touch that searched for its mark through the smoke. On some fundamental level, it was plain and obvious that the mark was not L'odu, but the man hunting her. He was being sized up by the baleful eyes of something old and powerful, and would soon be found anew, it was certain. A simple headache was just a teaser.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>