<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">"Hmph, if this isn't an effective deterrent, I'd best be done with it."</span>He snaps his fingers, and the surrounding air draws inward, as if someone had poked a hole in space and let the air rush out. The powder goes with it, compacting into a tight sphere, which Mordred places back into the bag.<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">"Since that has failed, let me make myself clear. You will put your weapon down, or you will face this nice lady, myself, and likely that spellcaster as well. And I can tell you, frankly, at least one of those three is someone you'd probably rather not trifle with, even alone."</span>He flings and arm to the side dramatically, a cloak seeming to appear just for the motion, dropping several dozen daggers to the ground. He gestures again, and the daggers rise, hovering in midair and shimmering like a school of fish.