The clothes were magical. Had to be. Elder robes weren't usually so protective. Bulletproof, of course, and some Sanctuaries had sigils woven into the lining to protect against most forms of magic. But Tesseract's ability was a rare one, and for the robes the Grand Mage was wearing to block even that...
He hadn't wanted to kill Deuce. Now, he was wishing he had. You didn't get to become Grand Mage without a powerful grasp of magic, and Deuce didn't hold back. Tesseract flew back off his feet, crashed against the far wall, and sagged back to the floor. He only just managed to keep his balance, stumbling to stay on his feet, and turned in time to see a stone angel appear in the doorway.
They certainly had reason to take notice of him now.
And very violent notice it was, too. The stone wasn't bone, but Tesseract was an assassin for a reason. He had more to rely on than just magic. He managed to shatter an arm of the statue, at least, if not Deuce, with a crippling punch; then he spun and slammed the angel back towards the desk. Towards Deuce, hopefully, to at least send the Grand Mage reeling. Distraction accomplished, Tesseract used that cover to slip out of the office and hurry away, just missing three more of the statues and the Administrator coming around the corner the other way.
He made for the interrogation rooms, keeping his face hidden as best he could, until he glanced up and saw Solomon Wreath. Wreath, with a guide. Dexter Vex. Vex would make this problematic, but Tesseract was never going to get a better opportunity than this.
He stepped to the other side of the corridor, took the Elder robes into consideration, and reached out to grip the ex-Necromancer's wrist as he walked by. The other hand was already reaching for the back of Wreath's neck, where one fingertip's brush would sever the spine.
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He hadn't wanted to kill Deuce. Now, he was wishing he had. You didn't get to become Grand Mage without a powerful grasp of magic, and Deuce didn't hold back. Tesseract flew back off his feet, crashed against the far wall, and sagged back to the floor. He only just managed to keep his balance, stumbling to stay on his feet, and turned in time to see a stone angel appear in the doorway.
They certainly had reason to take notice of him now.
And very violent notice it was, too. The stone wasn't bone, but Tesseract was an assassin for a reason. He had more to rely on than just magic. He managed to shatter an arm of the statue, at least, if not Deuce, with a crippling punch; then he spun and slammed the angel back towards the desk. Towards Deuce, hopefully, to at least send the Grand Mage reeling. Distraction accomplished, Tesseract used that cover to slip out of the office and hurry away, just missing three more of the statues and the Administrator coming around the corner the other way.
He made for the interrogation rooms, keeping his face hidden as best he could, until he glanced up and saw Solomon Wreath. Wreath, with a guide. Dexter Vex. Vex would make this problematic, but Tesseract was never going to get a better opportunity than this.
He stepped to the other side of the corridor, took the Elder robes into consideration, and reached out to grip the ex-Necromancer's wrist as he walked by. The other hand was already reaching for the back of Wreath's neck, where one fingertip's brush would sever the spine.