[Orym turns the corner in time to see the bard hit the floor, the assailants landing blow after blow, and the absolute rage that takes over the halfling is ice cold and worryingly quiet.
He moves quickly, but his newfound magic reaches the group first, an invisible blast centered on Dorian that erupts outwards and knocks the Paragon's Call members back, slamming each into the nearest wall.]
Enough.
[Orym's voice, level and quiet as he makes his way quick to Dorian, wrapping an arm around him gently, voice soft and tender as he murmurs, for Dorian's ears only You're all right. I have you now. In counterpoint to that gentle touch and tone, there's a sharpness in eyes that have lost every last shred of green to instead shine red. His gaze zeroes in on the leader of this little group. That man is dragged up by invisible hands, to his feet and then off the floor entirely.]
I thought I made it very clear that he was not to be harmed, not to be touched.
[The man he's suspending in the air can't answer. That invisible grip is choking the air off from his lungs, and the man has begun to kick and struggle, clawing at his throat, but there's no purchase to be gained and rather quickly his movements grow fitful before going still. Orym gestures briefly and the lifeless body is dropped to a heap on the ground.]
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He moves quickly, but his newfound magic reaches the group first, an invisible blast centered on Dorian that erupts outwards and knocks the Paragon's Call members back, slamming each into the nearest wall.]
Enough.
[Orym's voice, level and quiet as he makes his way quick to Dorian, wrapping an arm around him gently, voice soft and tender as he murmurs, for Dorian's ears only You're all right. I have you now. In counterpoint to that gentle touch and tone, there's a sharpness in eyes that have lost every last shred of green to instead shine red. His gaze zeroes in on the leader of this little group. That man is dragged up by invisible hands, to his feet and then off the floor entirely.]
I thought I made it very clear that he was not to be harmed, not to be touched.
[The man he's suspending in the air can't answer. That invisible grip is choking the air off from his lungs, and the man has begun to kick and struggle, clawing at his throat, but there's no purchase to be gained and rather quickly his movements grow fitful before going still. Orym gestures briefly and the lifeless body is dropped to a heap on the ground.]
Perhaps this makes it clearer.