[Alhaitham is not one easily pulled into illusions. So practically-minded that he has occasionally been accused of being almost robotic in his thinking, he sees through enough of the ice maiden’s tricks that he supposes he must have annoyed them to a point of getting extra attention, along with the others tackling the problem.
His attention turns immediately to the more powerful adversaries, the green, shining blade in his hand cutting a glowing path through the air as he lightly sweeps it to one side. Another illusion - this time of two people who are close enough in appearance to him to be easily identified as his own parents - shimmers into existence. The young man pauses, then frowns.
That they would truly stoop that low.]
All the more reason for me to finish this.
[A tongue of flame coils around the fingers of his free hand, curling into a flickering ball in his palm.]
If for nothing else than to teach you some respect for the dead.
A Match Maiden Heaven [BOSS]
His attention turns immediately to the more powerful adversaries, the green, shining blade in his hand cutting a glowing path through the air as he lightly sweeps it to one side. Another illusion - this time of two people who are close enough in appearance to him to be easily identified as his own parents - shimmers into existence. The young man pauses, then frowns.
That they would truly stoop that low.]
All the more reason for me to finish this.
[A tongue of flame coils around the fingers of his free hand, curling into a flickering ball in his palm.]
If for nothing else than to teach you some respect for the dead.