"Mmmm," he hummed, left foot leaning over the edge of the flight of stairs.
Varek and Rivena both grew tense as wood, stepping forward with clenched fists. It didn't matter to Iskandar—his body already plummeting to the floor at breakneck velocity.
Wham!
The ground shook at his weight, ethereal purple ebbing and flowing through and across his limbs with such serenity that one could've made a portrait of his appearance.
"You," Iskandar bellowed, straightening his legs to tower over the three. Slowly, he tipped his hand forward, index finger accumulating within it infinitely dense mana.
"Iskandar, what do you think you're doing?" Varek spat, stepping even further to separate Revian from the energy.
"Don't think for a second that you can attack a student," Rivena added, standing to the side of Varek with equal resolve.
