Mathonwy felt a strong rush of adreneline, and almost...heat was it? Then in a rush of feeling, it seemed a strong wave of hot air seemed to stir around him and the skin on his back seemed to tingle as when one's finger approaches a flame. The image before his eyes began to melt and seemed to fuse into a swirl which settled, like a pool, into a vision of a band of foreigners fighting the aerial guard on the south gate. It was them, those who had slumbered in the forest. The've made it, he thought. He knew that if the battle commenced any longer someone could end up dieing in the fray, and most if not all would perish if the battle were to last any longer, for surely the longbowmen of Citadel would be called out. He had to act quickly.
Still nautious from the vision, he flung open his chamber door and ran up the steps, blue and gold-rimmed cape fluttering behind. He alighted from the last step on the tower battlements, and saw before him the same scene as in the vision. His eyes began to glow azure as he began hummering almost a faint few words beneath his breath. Both wands were drawn. The space about him began to sparkle in places with faint blue lightning, and as the intensity of the light grew, a strand of it came between the tips of his wands, which he held before him with outstretched arms. He crossed the wands; ; his eyes closed; a thin strand of faint blue lightning streaked toward the fight. Five feet before reaching the first fighter in sight, the blue bolt exploded into flurry of blue lightning that encircled and moved throughout both partys. They flickered once, twice, and then each combatant and steed trembled and stopped moving- they were unconscious. The glimmering net which held the party in place slowly fell to the ground, and as it landed, the blue streakes dissipated.
Mathonwy opened his eyes and the azure light ebbed away. "Sorry my friends, but it was for the best."
