Shanna shot to her feet, unknowingly putting Cyprus face to face with that lovely snatch of hers. Shaved bare, as it had to be to pull off that barely-there thong. He brought his intangible hands up and ran them down the sides of her thighs, unable to feel anything, and doubting she could feel it either. A disappointment, and yet another reason to want a body back as soon as possible. He wasn't sure how much power he would actually regain from taking back the weather magic, but it would hopefully take him away from being on the brink of fading out of existence.<br/><br/>He stopped his motion before the sides of his hands could disturb the surface of the water more than Shanna already had, then pulled them back again. Mercifully she sat down, so he was able to think again. "Yes, it's that simple. You kill them, and when you do, their power will be up for grabs. That's when I'll take it. And don't get any ideas; the power is pure, unrestrained magic. If anyone but a highly trained sorcerer touched it, the magic would burn through them. A quick and yet horrifically painful death." Well, most of the time. There were a few rare individuals who could survive such an event even without training, purely out of their hardiness and the strength of their will. But Shanna didn't need to know that.<br/><br/>He sighed as he realized she still wasn't getting it. "You certainly have the brawn for this, but I'm starting to wonder if you have the brains. If you kill a Sorcerer King and brag about it, what do you think is going to happen to you? A handful of people would want to congratulate you, and a hundred times more would want to slaughter you and claim the magic for themselves." Particularly the other Sorcerer-Kings, who were held together by a very uneasy truce. Only the knowledge that a war between the kings would destroy the entire land kept them from launching an all out assault. And given that anyone intending to steal the magic would have to be right next to the Sorcerer-King they wanted to kill, assassination attempts were surprisingly rare as well. Cyprus had certainly never heard of any, otherwise he would have swooped in and tried to claim his powers before the assassin could.<br/><br/>"Very well, the morning it is. The further we get from this city's ruler, the better. He'll be a much later stop on our journey." The man frightened Cyprus, something few mortals could do. "And it's quite far indeed to the Impossible Waterfall." Not that any water had fallen for quite a long time now. "The only question is, where exactly are you planning to sleep? I'm fine on the floor, not that I get tired anyway, but you seem to have roughed up your bed a little." That was an understatement. It was in pieces from her earlier rampage.