Company: Natasha & Rogue Mages| Thoughts: Impossible!| Mood: Confused
♅ The moment she spoke his name, it sent chills down his spine. How did she know him by name? How was this even possible? He could only rationalize that it was due to his job as a State mage and that maybe other mages spoke of him and his family. It was the only reason he could fathom in that brief moment. What came next from her mouth however would leave him speechless. “I would hate to kill Maria’s only child.” those words collided with him like being hit with an airship. How did she know his mother? He watched in dumbfounded horror as she caused Timothy to convulse and spasm with just a wave of her hand. "Stop....Stop it now!" he forced from his lips, feeling his legs becoming weak in the face of Venetia. The echoes of the crowd behind him, their screams of terror and death sang into his ears like a symphony, and Venetia being its conductor.
She continued on, informing him that he would need a make a choice. What choice? What could she have meant by that? He looked to the plaza as he watched the spell work its horrific power on the innocent. "I don't understand, what do you mean? Why are you doing this?" he inquired, but to no avail. A thunderous clap of a caster shell flew by him, taking Venetia's shoulder. He watched horrified as she just stood there, her arm reconnecting where it had been blown apart.
Just what sort of witch was she? This was all too much as he tried to fire his pistol at her, he was close enough that he couldn't miss her head at this range. But his finger refused, out of sheer fear maybe? Whatever the case may have been he could only stand there and watch her as she regained herself, her eyes never straying from him.
As she departed, her final words were like a nail in the coffin, Dreyfus collapsing to his knees. “Until we meet again, nephew.” The mere inclination of being related to her caused him to spiral. Everything he had been taught, come to loath and despise, Venetia threw it all out the window by the mere mention of being related to him. Not only that but she spoke those damned words in front of a platoon of Zaichaerian soldiers.
As he sat there falling deeper into his own mental spiral, one of the remaining rogues crept up on amidst the conflict, a blade of ice formed on his hand. He went to drive it through Dreyfus from behind, but a bullet shattered the blade, another bullet hitting the mage in the head. With a thudding collapse, Natasha came rushing to his side, slapping him upon arrival.
"Pull yourself together sir, you are a wolf of the Monteliyet Bloodline, so start acting like it." she said shaking him a bit. Helping Dreyfus to his feet she loaded her rifle again, standing back to back with the Wolf as he too regained his composure. "What are your orders sir?"
For a moment he was silent, but with a heavy sigh, he fired Mage Piercer at one of the attacking mages. "Business as susal, erradicate them all." he said running forward, going after the mage skewering civilians with ice shards. Joining the conflict Dreyfus let loose the flux he had been pooling in his sword hand, using it to lift himself into the air and above the ice mage.
Using the momentum of his descent he sent out a push of the flux to help break his fall rolling up on a couple that was in the ice mage's sight. With a sinister laugh, the ice mage sent two ice shards to impale the couple but Dreyfus closed the distance in enough time to pull them out of the line of sight of the shards. Furious the mage sent another at Dreyfus, only for the Reconciliator to catch it with pull circling it around to use the flux to push it back at him. Unprepared to have his own mage sent back at him the ice mage was instead impaled himself. ♅
"Common Speech"
"Silandris Speech"
"Self-Thoughts"
"Natasha Speech"
