"You fuсking сunt!" [i]Xanthus had too yelled out in pain, holding his chest with one of his hands. The knife had managed to puncture through the leather, chainmail and gambeson, but not to an extremely lethal way. At this point the mage was beyond pissed as he did a somersault into a stand and ran towards his staff. He had decided to forego his previous statement as propped it up. The quarterstaff shook violently as the greyish aura sheathed it, then the yellow flame danced up and down on it. Whatever was going on, it didn't seem to be too pretty. Xanthus slammed the staff upon the ground with all of his might, the fire-like aura transferring within the ground. The ground shook beneath the courtyard itself, an earthquake was happening on a mountaintop? Bizarre. No, this was Xanthus's doing. The ground started to split and crack beneath Xanthus, as it made towards Octavia. Flames seeped out from it, as if the pits of hell had been released upon them. The split had started to widen as it approached Octavia, flames now roaring from it. He had planned to kill her on the spot.[/i]