Cyr remained with an anger-fueld face, frowning as Niola reflected the shots. He soared upwards, floating next to Niola with ease, a small sub-conscious, telepathic wind was encircling Cyr as he hovered. As he spoke, it seemed as if there were other voices whispering with him.
"Traitor! You know not what you do, the lives your kind have cost!" He screamed. Other, whispering voices seemed to collaberate with Cyr's speaking. "I hear them talk to me, moving mouthes with no sound escaping, yet I know their mean. Stand DOWN!"
Cyr sent off another bolt of deafaning thunder at Dzi's head, though it had the intention of stunning him. A direct impact wouldn't kill him. It was becoming easier and easier to throw the lightning over distances as he felt the rush of it flow through him. Water began to drop from the sky as a heavy downpour ensued.
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