It was true that Elcid had seen magical powers used before, wind conjuring magicians aboard ships were highly sought after, but he never seen anything like what Anei had just done. It was terrifying but exciting. She'd seemed a little helpless to him before, but now seeing her true power, if anything, enamoured her to him more so. He supported her as she staggered backwards and helped her back on her feet and as he did, he could feel something odd on her back, which after what he had just seen didn't really surprise him much. Her eyes and her powers all suggested she wasn't a regular species of man.
'That was bloody increadible Anei,' He said, Lass was clearly inappropriate for her, she was no meer girl after all 'If you can pull off a trick like that, running a blockade will be a snap. Now lets be back to the ship before these bastards find more friends.' He held her around the waist and put her arm over his shoulders so that he could take her wieght which was surprisingly light, considering her height and helped her back towards the Mistress' dock.
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