Snippet #1521839

Thankfully Pandora was willing, as ever, to come and help him out. She was too nice for her own good, he'd always thought it, and he couldn't help but wonder why she'd thrown herself into some kind of exile as he chewed thoughtfully on the bread.

"There is a cure"

This did not surprise Felix at all, he had heard from a reliable source about the cure but he knew very little about the details. All he knew was the name and the function: It cured the wasting lung that plagued the city. What came next however drained the colour out of his cheeks. It seemed the cure was not all it was supposed to be and could be used to rid a mage of their ability for a seemingly indeterminable amount of time. This could hold outrageous repercussions for the entire magical community. Felix frowned, not hearing the wonderful news he had quite hoped. To throw more confusion into the mix he also found out that Pandora had had some part in testing this cure, something he would never have been able to guess. It had turned out to be a very strange visit indeed

"But anyway, I do have time to see your father now, as soon as you're-"

Good, he thought, we can talk more on the... He never got a chance to finish the thought.The student-that-had-been stopped mid sentence again, but this time it was not to avoid a habit of talking too much, she looked concerned. He opened his mouth to speak but the seriousness of the situation seemed to have dawned on Pan's face as she gulped and he closed it just as quickly, eyes flicking towards the front door, following her own gaze just in time to see the handle turn. In his mind the worst thing that could have happened at that moment, should he have considered it, would be for Pan's grandparents to walk in. As it was, he had not been considering anything of particular note to happen and so what occured caught him completely off guard.

A second later there was a shield up, not his own of course, he was not quite so good at that sort of thing, and he wheeled around to ask what was going on, only to be greeted by hurried words that were strangely apologetic in the circumstances. And then she shouted. That was a rare enough thing to hear, though even whoever was just outside may not have heard it such was the volume, and the suddenness of it yielded the result of his immediate submission to the order.

He dropped to the ground, falling like a bag of rocks, and landed hard on the kitchen floor, bringing his cup of tea with him. It smashed on the floor and sent shards of china scattering all around him. He heard the distinctive sound of metal landing no more than a second after the smash and he looked behind him to see a dagger on the floor. Before he could even ask his question about who these people were, for now he could see two forms making their swift way towards them, he was answered, only to be met with another question as he hauled himself to his feet.

"Pan, what the hell have you gotten yourself into?!"

He had no intention of running off and leaving the girl here. He may not have had much combat experience but he had a clear view of the pair and a body full of destructive magic. So he ducked out from behind the shield while raising his arm and muttering a few harsh words, sending a small ball of fire swirling through the air towards the oncoming assassins. He had no intention of killing either, nor even causing any serious harm to person or property, but he planned on slowing them down a little at the very least. He clasped his hand around the back door handle and pulled it open, aiming another fiery blast towards the open front door.

"Run, Pan, get the hell out!" He stood holding the door open with one hand, the other raised to send another attack should the moment call for it.