Kefka breathes in deeply, then shoves his magic against Lancer's. His eyes go pink, glowing, and his shoulders go limp.
Lancer's magic is. Red and gold. Warm and liquid like a spring. The summoning magic is silver armor holding it in, together, and cool to the touch. He pierces it in one swift movement, searching for, for - the box, the arm, coldandsilverandroses - and he sees the connection to Kayneth and Sola-ai's magic and pries it out, unwinds the silver string from Lancer's magic and spools it into the arm. This magic had no way of getting back to it's owner right now; he'd let it pool there until he could get back to that time.
His body holds a hand out. "Take my hand, Issei. I've removed his contract and the energy feeding him; I'll now replace it with yours."
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Kefka breathes in deeply, then shoves his magic against Lancer's. His eyes go pink, glowing, and his shoulders go limp.
Lancer's magic is. Red and gold. Warm and liquid like a spring. The summoning magic is silver armor holding it in, together, and cool to the touch. He pierces it in one swift movement, searching for, for - the box, the arm, coldandsilverandroses - and he sees the connection to Kayneth and Sola-ai's magic and pries it out, unwinds the silver string from Lancer's magic and spools it into the arm. This magic had no way of getting back to it's owner right now; he'd let it pool there until he could get back to that time.
His body holds a hand out. "Take my hand, Issei. I've removed his contract and the energy feeding him; I'll now replace it with yours."