"Again?" she asks, pouting somewhat, but nodding.<br/><br/>Cerul and Nadriina are there within minutes, both equipped with their weapons, Cerul now moving far more easily and confident in her stride, having made great leaps in strength, in the decades since he'd met her; she could now go toe to toe with Kammy or Avi, and stand a good chance. Nadriina was, as always, a noncombatant, primarily, but she still carried the staff he'd made for her. "What's the problem, then?" Nadriina asks, curious.<br/><br/>The world had an odd, almost greasy feel to the magic of it, as if some time, long in the past, the magic of this plane had been horribly abused for some gross misdeed, and, subsequently, had never properly recovered. It gave him an almost nauseous feeling, tasting the magic in the air, and he could tell Nadriina was bothered by it, too.