<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/815728859978137602/943694562684207124/The_Nyss.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cinsyr Syvas<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Warcaster<br/><strong>Hitpoints:</strong>21/21<br/><strong>Focus Points:</strong>3/4<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Razor wind on the enemy mage, missed with an 8<br/><strong>Extra:</strong>“Speech”<br/><hr/><br/>There's a flash arcane power out of the corner of his eye, and Cin turns just in time to catch sight of a cloaked figure. Runes appear around their hand, marking them as a spell caster, and the Nyss narrows his eyes. Despite his knowledge, he was unable to figure out what sort of spell this was. It was clunky- strange. Like someone had haphazardly forced a bunch of runes together.<br/><br/>From what he could tell, this spell was the reason the rest of the bandits were suddenly powered up. However, just as this realization hits him, strange whispers fill his head. Eyes wide, he clutches his skull, stumbling back before the voices disappear. He didn't know what the hell that was, but whatever it was it's-<br/><br/>“... Unnatural.” He murmurs, shivering. He needed to take that mage out. If left unchecked this fight could spiral out of control. Moving his hands in a wide motion, he starts to incant, the winds picking up rapidly around him. Runes glow around his head, and with a grunt of exertion he sends his spell flying. He's still distracted however, those whispers had really taken him off guard, and because of this the spell goes wide.<br/><br/>Cursing, he keeps his eyes focused on the enemy caster, watching for their next move.<br/>