Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170424191044/@comment-26444332-20170424224526

While the others fruitlessly attempt to escape the dream by their own means, Artoria suddenly flashes back to her classes on interference magecraft: an optional course that the principal, Zelda Werelight, and Azarias had jointly taught.

"Remember, binding interference, at her core, is a game of deceit,' Azarias said. 'Its purpose is not "physical restraint by means of introducing binding"; any Ligare practitioner could do that. Rather, the purpose is "physical restraint through restraint of mental faculties"; rather than keep your arms and legs from moving by introducing chains, it doesn't allow the thought of "escape" to reach your nerves."

''The principal, Zelda, leaned back against Azarias's desk as she looked at the students. "When dealing with interference, it's not possible to simply 'break free'; your mind can't fully process the thought before it gets locked down. Rather, you need to combat interference with your own magic. If you've been trapped in a loop, create a smaller one focused on yourself. The caster can't affect you until they take down their own, which gives you a chance to fight back. After all, this is a battle taking place at the speed of thought: only milliseconds will pass in the outside."''

Artoria and the others are then snapped out their actions to look back at the wounded shadow-Azarias, who raises his hand above his head. Golden light floods the area around him, and a young woman with six angelic wings appears behind him, clasping around his neck with her arms: as only Manteau and Dolenus might know, this is his contracted Familiar, Nike, the goddess of Victory.

'Go forth, and you shall have victory.' she whispers, though the words can be clearly heard by all. Azarias slowly closes his eyes, and begins to chant the fatal words.

'Eloi, eloi, lama sabachthani...'