Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-28358106-20161023004455

I'm taken by surprise by this. I dismiss my readied spell and cast another ward on myself gesturing, my body glowing and my eyes white. I look about.

Everything appears to my eyes as being dark...but I can now see the life forces around me. I use this to determine a patient's odds of survival, but now I have to put it to another use. Hound blazes with the vigor of the mighty, and Jorge shimmers with heaven's own light. But the armors are sorrowful---small, candlelike orbs bound to their earthly prisons, forced to do the bidding of another.

The armors advance, raising their weapons. At the lead one I extend my hand and open a pinpoint portal inside it, sucking the sad force into a pocket dimension. It's difficult, and taxing, and requires concentration for each one. But I won't kill, not even these. I'll put them aside until I can figure out what to do with them later.

To the others, it looks as if I extend myself to each one and they simply clatter to the floor. I repeat this, over and over, about one per second. I force push several that get too close, batting them back with an invisible wall, then resume my precision excising of the souls.