[Arodion]

Very nice, I love the attitude. this should be interesting...
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Simply a test child, but a mere prod at your powers. Arodion's eyes roll up into his head and a shiver crosses over him. It has been many years since I tapped into the powers of the Void. Its chill is a sweet nectar in my veins.

Arodion's eye's blaze with a silver glow as they roll foward to face his opponent. His brow narrows as he smiles, breathing in deeply. He sheaths his katana and draws his hand out to his side, open palmed. A black glow, the absence of light, of air, of existence forms around his hand, growing into a black orb of negative energy. Stepping his left leg back, Arodion clasps his gauntleted left hand over his right wrist, bracing his weight. Turning his arm to face the floating mage a sigh of ecstasy escapes Arodion's lips as a dark beam erupts from his hand lansing out at his foe.

A thundercrack fills the room as the air collapses into fill the vacuum left by the void beam, dust and loose papers swill into the beam, drawn into oblivion. All that the beam touches disapears, not merely destroyed, but eliminated as if it never existed. A second thunder crack echoes the first as the beam closes with the mage's chest.

Arodion holds his stance, concentrating on controlling the gateway to the Unthereal Realm in his hand. His eyes watch the beam and his foe, checking reaction speed and more importantly, sheer power.