my little jokes on thee...
The newcomer seemed to gasp audibly, as the elven male took a few steps back.
"You... you..." he sputtered.
"You TRAITOR!" he yelled.
"Mistress WILL hear of this! And you will go through HELL when you return!" he declared, growing angrier by the second.
"Actually, no! Screw that!" he then said. "I'll learn you a lesson, MYSELF!" he finished, as the newcomer watched, still feeling a little... 'off'.
'Damn it...' he cursed mentally.
The elven male, then coated his hand in the weird red mana, and brought his palm forward, aiming to slap the woman across the face... as hard as he could.
"You... you..." he sputtered.
"You TRAITOR!" he yelled.
"Mistress WILL hear of this! And you will go through HELL when you return!" he declared, growing angrier by the second.
"Actually, no! Screw that!" he then said. "I'll learn you a lesson, MYSELF!" he finished, as the newcomer watched, still feeling a little... 'off'.
'Damn it...' he cursed mentally.
The elven male, then coated his hand in the weird red mana, and brought his palm forward, aiming to slap the woman across the face... as hard as he could.
...and I'll forgive thy
great big one on me.
great big one on me.

She wasn't paying enough attention to him. Sure, she could see his mana, but she hwas confident enough that he was slowed enough to not be a risk. However, while that would have worked for most people, he had the ability to completely cancel it out. Which he, of course, did. 