Psi reaches out to catch Foster's body as he falls thanks to the return of his psionics. He's mad in a way he didn't expect. That this woman would move to violence thanks to a simple discussion. It was clear from the very beginning Foster wasn't any kind of threat to a group like this. They'd simply been talking, maybe even getting somewhere, and she'd stepped in. There was no reason for it, except perhaps arrogance that anyone dare question her plans.
He doesn't say anything. He's not an idiot, at least not completely. He knows starting an argument now of all times would be disastrous for the entire group, especially if others were so easily moved to violence. He simply lays Foster on the ground out of the way, hoping that Pru is right when she says Foster should be fine. Of course that's when the true fae decide to enter. He doesn't care much for the Fire Lord's intrusion, but when he sees that purple witch his already tangible anger spikes. His Psionic aura grows, a soft vibrant purple glow surrounding him as he stands to regard the fae. He looks calm on the surface, but underneath he's anything but. It's been a long time since he's actively wanted to harm someone, but now was one of those moments.
The fighting begins, though it seems everyone's hesitant to do any true damage. Ignatius was angry and seemed to be acting purely on instinct. Meanwhile Nightshade was hanging back, letting her puppet do the work for her. Comparing the two Ignatius was clearly the bigger threat, but the Psionic didn't actually care about that right now. Nightshade had come for the queen's kin, or so she said, and the Psionic just wasn't in the mood to watch anyone get kidnapped again. The brainwashed Strange was bad enough.
Without moving or even a word, he attacks. His aura grows, purple color seeping into the air as he uses his psionics to throw any still remaining snow or water on the ground up at all three of their opponents. However, the real attack is the bright red and blue blasts that fire from his eyes towards their opponents, the snow and water hopefully acting as a smokescreen to delay any attempts to dodge. The light is impossibly bright and easily as big as Nightshade, perhaps even a bit bigger, and you can bet she's his target.
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He doesn't say anything. He's not an idiot, at least not completely. He knows starting an argument now of all times would be disastrous for the entire group, especially if others were so easily moved to violence. He simply lays Foster on the ground out of the way, hoping that Pru is right when she says Foster should be fine. Of course that's when the true fae decide to enter. He doesn't care much for the Fire Lord's intrusion, but when he sees that purple witch his already tangible anger spikes. His Psionic aura grows, a soft vibrant purple glow surrounding him as he stands to regard the fae. He looks calm on the surface, but underneath he's anything but. It's been a long time since he's actively wanted to harm someone, but now was one of those moments.
The fighting begins, though it seems everyone's hesitant to do any true damage. Ignatius was angry and seemed to be acting purely on instinct. Meanwhile Nightshade was hanging back, letting her puppet do the work for her. Comparing the two Ignatius was clearly the bigger threat, but the Psionic didn't actually care about that right now. Nightshade had come for the queen's kin, or so she said, and the Psionic just wasn't in the mood to watch anyone get kidnapped again. The brainwashed Strange was bad enough.
Without moving or even a word, he attacks. His aura grows, purple color seeping into the air as he uses his psionics to throw any still remaining snow or water on the ground up at all three of their opponents. However, the real attack is the bright red and blue blasts that fire from his eyes towards their opponents, the snow and water hopefully acting as a smokescreen to delay any attempts to dodge. The light is impossibly bright and easily as big as Nightshade, perhaps even a bit bigger, and you can bet she's his target.