Soubi huffed and frowned at Ritsuka's purposely inaccurate translation of his words. But at least the other man stopped using the glowing knife.
Magic wasn't really a tricky thing. It depended more on the confidence and inner strength of the person performing it and only those with true names or those called 'fighters' could use it - in or out of battle. In battle, it was tradition to expand the field and set a boundary so that no magic would pass from it. Outside of battle it was frowned upon to use one's magic. Soubi, being the fighter, was the stronger of the two with the offensive magic, even without the true name of Loveless upon him.
Making sure to keep Ritsuka's hand firmly in his, he pulled his Sacrifice close and gave the boy a deep kiss. Drawing on the extra power their intimacy provided. When he broke away, cheeks flushed with satisfaction and a little desire, Soubi took a quick glance around for what he felt to be the most useful look out point. Lifting his hand in that direction, he called, "Part and conceal."
Anyone else would have had to elaborate and be more precise in their words. But Soubi was strong enough, had enough experience that the simplest of spoken concepts would convey his power in the manner he desired.
The snow swirled, as if caught it a strong wind and in a moment, the air around the three was whistling and heavy with snow. Anyone looking their direction would see a thick cloud of white stirred up by the wind. But despite the chaotic dance of snow around them, the three were not touched. Whatever wind was doing this didn't even move the edges of their coats.
Soubi shot a rather smug, and very full of himself, look at Epsedon. With a mocking bow he, gestured toward the odd tunnel that formed, all obstructions to the hilltop cleared and fully concealed in a veil of white.
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Magic wasn't really a tricky thing. It depended more on the confidence and inner strength of the person performing it and only those with true names or those called 'fighters' could use it - in or out of battle. In battle, it was tradition to expand the field and set a boundary so that no magic would pass from it. Outside of battle it was frowned upon to use one's magic. Soubi, being the fighter, was the stronger of the two with the offensive magic, even without the true name of Loveless upon him.
Making sure to keep Ritsuka's hand firmly in his, he pulled his Sacrifice close and gave the boy a deep kiss. Drawing on the extra power their intimacy provided. When he broke away, cheeks flushed with satisfaction and a little desire, Soubi took a quick glance around for what he felt to be the most useful look out point. Lifting his hand in that direction, he called, "Part and conceal."
Anyone else would have had to elaborate and be more precise in their words. But Soubi was strong enough, had enough experience that the simplest of spoken concepts would convey his power in the manner he desired.
The snow swirled, as if caught it a strong wind and in a moment, the air around the three was whistling and heavy with snow. Anyone looking their direction would see a thick cloud of white stirred up by the wind. But despite the chaotic dance of snow around them, the three were not touched. Whatever wind was doing this didn't even move the edges of their coats.
Soubi shot a rather smug, and very full of himself, look at Epsedon. With a mocking bow he, gestured toward the odd tunnel that formed, all obstructions to the hilltop cleared and fully concealed in a veil of white.