Lydia radiated power with her anger, knowing that her power was tied to her emotions. At Shenyo’s command, she threw a fire ball from her fingers, exploding into the noble, Vlad, who went up in flames, screeching like a Bahn Sidhe.<br/><br/>She turned her attention to Shenyo who was in pursuit of a canny adversary. Lydia knew that allowing anything of this noble to remain would be insanity. While Kasimir backpedaled, dancing delicately out of Shenyo’s reach, Lydia raised her hands in supplication once again. This time, nature came to her call and instead of a normal flat pathway under the man’s feet, the land behind him began to rise.<br/><br/>The uplifting of the Earth was not a hillock or a small rise, but was as if a great slab had stood on its end, effectlvely making a wall of rock at his back. Kasimir’s eyes went wide when his hands touched the smooth granite stone, the trees that lived on that small patch of earth like daggers jutting straight out. He was unable to go to either the right of the left. His exit was blocked should he wish to fly away the way she had heard the nobles were able to do.<br/><br/>His shrieks filled the air as he realized he could either die under Shenyo’s fury or try to live to fight another day.<br/><br/><br/><br/>