#[ BOEL: R3 ]

[prhyst]

toa boel ask r3

Lyon feels his nerves running amok this third time on the battlefield. This time he knows more people are watching, especially Ephraim; he can't let him down. He takes an glimpse of his opponent - a serene looking image of a man. It's only his hope that they can meet each other halfway.

Battle has to come at some point - he can only stall so much. Lyon can hear the wild roar of people's voices and knows he has to concentrate even harder to call forth his magic. He closes his eyes and surrenders himself to the lull of magic pulse running throughout his body. Yes. That. Once he has found his grip, he focuses, gathering the dark energy and harnessing it into something more potent. This is what he is.

Roll [7] death = miss/no damage. Rhys HP = 6

Lyon lets his whole body sigh. He thought he had it with that one. Maybe not. He'll get it next time. After all, he can't let Ephraim down.

I’m in danger