Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-5824038-20150903194100

Meledran ignored the inaccurately-fired bullets. He stood there, calm as ever, looking at where Leclaire was hiding. Slowly, his eyes closed, and he hummed to himself. It provided a focus, instead of the external noises distracting him.

''Marya... what have you done...? Why can I, why can I sense his power? I have never had any psychic abilities! Wait - there. There he is. Just a bit further... just a bit further...''

A bullet whizzed past his face, narrowly missing him. He was completely unaware of it.

In his mind, Meledran could see a hazy shape resembling Leclaire, with an oscillating collection of threads coming from his temples. They were in a constant state of changing-colour anf moving. He imagined himself reaching out towards them, and literally cutting them away.

Slowly but surely, the more he did this, the more strads snapped and disappeared. Faster and faster he went, cutting away, until every last psychic link was gone.

''I can't feel anything else coming from him. Maybe I atually did it?''