For a split-second, a hint of a grin touched Silva’s lips. It was like hearing his old mentor’s words once again. This stranger… from the way he talked, the aura of command, and magic strong enough to fool other mages… was it possible that he could be an Archmage?<br/><br/>Silva opened his mouth, about to respond, when he sensed a malevolent presence swell nearby - a vampire attack!<br/><br/>(OOC: Well, what do you know? Thanks Darlusk!<br/>Sorry, link won’t open for me. I got a d10, so I’ll use that…<br/>Physicality roll: 1d10+6  Woo! Got a 9! Result:  15)<br/><br/>Whirling around just in time to see a fanged blur charge at him, Silva snapped his arm out as he spun away. The result was a nasty clothesline that connected with the vampire’s nose with a sick crunch, sending her backflipping  forward from her momentum. Silva winced with pain. That was a supernaturally-enhanced attack he just met with his bare arm - it hurt like hell!<br/><br/>“Gah!” he growled with pain. He flourished his other arm at the vampire and released a quick energy blast, sending an explosive ball of light shooting through the darkness at her like a cannon.