As the magic was cast, he knew it was nowhere close to destroying it so he readied another spell, but the swift actions of his allies deemed it unnecessary. He was too late to stop Mal from using the haunt siphon, but knew that it would help in this battle. The arcane energies began to rise to the surface of his skin and he began picturing the runes when a large cone of flames burst out from near the door way. Kyrus stared awestruck at the magic. It was common to be sure, but he was always transfixed by fire magic. It reminded him of his mother. As the fire engulfed the entity, he felt a bit of satisfaction as he felt the room return to normal soon after the flames where cast.
The room was quiet once more and everything seemed ok. This feeling was reinforced when Xilena tossed her hair and spoke. As mal and Gor exchanged words, One last cautious look around was all he did before turning to mal. “I appreciate your aid, but you probably should have saved whatever that thing you used was… there will be bigger ones I promise you…” with that he walked over to Xilena, closing his eyes for a moment as if stiffaling a headache. “…Your flames where beautiful, Xilena.” he spoke as his voice returned to the happy, kind tone as he ruffled her hair, careful not to disturb her ears too much. “Gor has a point, as does Mal. We should hurry, my friends.” As he rummaged thru the debris of the room, he looked over at Xilena. “Where did you learn your magic?”