[Evil Tink]

Mystic made no indication he was hearing anything..well he wasn't. In fact, he wasn't even seeing what was going on around him. He was so focused on trying to remove the Paladin's spell on the body. After quite some time, Mystic's skin began to lighten as it had when he was attaching Holden's spirit; his muscles twitched, shivering. Holden would start to feel that Mystic and the air around the both of them was quickly decreasing in temperature. "D-dammit Holden..I'm sorry...with her being so close this is mildly difficult in my current condition. Try to not move any more than necessary.."

The lacerations on his skin reopened as he continued fighting with his spell. The extreme cold was causing him to stammer and loose focus, but he never stopped. A loud snap was heard as his femur was suddenly broken in three places, causing him to fall to his knees and bring Holden with him; their foreheads never loosing contact, "Sorry Holden..". His muscles tensed as he felt a spike in power and suddenly, he found himself missing an ear! "Grah!" He quickly pulled away from Holden, pushing him away as he grabbed his ear..or where it was, with his other hand. He put his head to the floor, driving his forehead into the hardwood from pain, "God dammit! Cameila get that stupid witch out of here!" By now, his skin was almost completely translucent, revealing a very intricate structure of vein and muscle work.

Azriel was there second later, holding something rather..odd. A large box..about four and a half feet in length and three feet in depth. She quickly set it down and hurried over to Mystic, moving his hand away and assessing the damage. She sighed with relief, "It'll grow back.." And suddenly, her bright orange eyes were on Holden, glowing with fury and power, "Don't worry Holden, I'm not going to hurt you..well..I will, but you'll see." Suddenly her hand altered; becoming a bit distorted and appearing to be see through; the effect spreading up her entire arm.

She jabbed her hand forward, her open palm stopping centimeters form Holden's face while her Ethereal arm continued forward. She began to mutter the rest of Mystic's spell for him as she latched onto the remaining bits of the Paladin's spirit and yanking it out. Quite painful indeed. She moved away from Holden, holding the spirit; which was invisible to them of course, and muttered a quick spell to decimate it.

"It's alright Felix, we don't care. You know what you're doing. I'm actually rather proud of you; you accomplished something very rare."