Rhavir grunts as he feels a moist thing wrap around his jaw. He jerks at it, trying to pull it off before he sees Arkain raise his hands. He growls as he is lifted into the air, encased in the odd, slimy gel. He closes his eyes and concentrates as he feels himself begin to be tossed and turned within the orb. His markings glow dangerously before he lets out a feral roar, the gel-like orb shattering and cascading across the lake as Rhavir falls back down, landing on his feet with a quaking boom. He smiles slightly, cracking his neck. "Nice trick, but you have yet to know the powers that my runic abilities can do." He says, grinning.