Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29458028-20141007032632/@comment-29458028-20141018030738

(Time to enact the final protocol)

Levithiel flung the second set of knives, then focused, chanting an incantation, watching as crimson energies began flowing in a vortex, cupped by his left hand. A dark point appeared in the middle and air began to rush inwards, towards the black core of the singularity.

"Messing with me is not recommended. I was hoping you would come quiet, but no" said Levithiel, as the gravity from his palm began to suck things towards it.

(He can fire it out as a projectile as well)