As the rest of the Vanguardians began cleaning up against their opponents, the purple-hued eyes of the dishelved stranger squinted briefly against the licks of white flame that encircled him. It wasn't so much from fear, or apprehension, as it seemed to be from.....irritation.
With a single barefooted leap, he shot straight into the air, landing on the other side of the ring of fire. He stood there, scanning around him, the flames dissipating quickly.
Now you see me.... the voice of Aurochs whispered on the wind. ...now you don't.
The stranger's expression became one of equal disdain, taking a few steps forward and stopping.
"...I do not need to see you..." he stated evenly, looking down at the muddy beach. "...when I can see your footprints..."
Two quick fingers shot out, catching a space in the air with a snap. A sudden scream penetrated the area, as Aurochs immediately flashed back into view.
He clutched his face in agony, blood pouring through his clenched fingers.
"I'LL KILL YOU FOR THAT!!!" he roared, staggering back in massive waves of mind numbing pain. "I SWEAR IT!!"
And, with a flash of smoke and light, Aurochs was gone.
The stranger cocked a single eyebrow, looking down at the small, soft eyeball resting in his palm. Then, with a simple grunt, simply tossed the piece of the mage over his shoulder, making his way down the beach towards the remaining chaos...
