Looks like they need some help. Warriors, bah.

Elizar continued to stroll without worry or care towards the monstrosity that was putting up quite a fight. He was a jinn and from Elizar's experience in the King's court had to be Cyrus.

"You mongrel mutt. Why do you waste your time with puny military forces? Surrender and your death will be simple and pain free. Fight and face the wrath of your father. What say you?"

As the last words left his lips, a chill filled the air as great winds came in and created massive turbulent cyclone in the space between the two magic users. A rain started to fall but not heavily. None was particularly dangerous, but it was obvious that it still was the calm before the storm.

"Heh, have you actually had training with your powers, mutt? You'll learn from an expert now."

Elizar let the cyclone loose, tearing houses into pieces, and the rain fell at a violent rate. The Northern forces scattered as shards of glass and lumber started to fly. Through the violence, Elizar simply spun his hand around in a circular motion, and the cyclone was loosed at a speed rivaling the fastest dragons in Emodia. With a little luck, err pure skill, the djinn floating around will become freshly squeezed pulp.

I can't let this wimp deter me from my task. Let the soldiers get him. Or better yet, traumatize him.

The mage had difficulty emerging from the chasm of magic under him. He didn't expect the djinn's powers to manifest in that way. As he concentrated the rain in his area to assist in his escape, he thought of things that would hurt the mutant's psyche. Finally cresting the chasm, he came upon it.

He spun in a clockwise motion and then released the spin with his arms pointing in all four cardinal directions with a small 90 degree turn to do so. In each direction, a mini tornado rampaged a street with the rain coming down as hard as before, citizen upon citizen ran for their lives and many were cut down in the wake of the destruction. Elizar continued on his way to the palace which was not touched by the damage and casually and arrogantly bowed to the overwhelmed creature. He tossed his burning cloak over the carcass of a dead villager next to the first responder and spoke this ultimatum, "I'm sure you think of me as a coward, a monster, and a murderer, but I've called myself worse. You might not be able to save them all, but if you pursue me, I can guarantee none will live. You still have the option to surrender, considering your days are numbered, I'd suggest you do so. Remember the prophecy? 'When the days of man crumble and as the world is ravaged by fire and water, then will the dark lord ascend to his throne above all the realms. Those who opposed his work or spat upon his name will find themselves rewarded accordingly, but those of loyalty will find that their ways were chosen wisely.' Based off those signs, you have little time to live. Find a grave plot or grovel for forgiveness before your father, *he spits* Cyrus."

With that he walks up the steps towards the imposing doors of the palace.

For being a weakling and ignorant in the ways of maigc, that beast could stand his ground. But still a fool. Cursing the most powerful man in the land and his father to boot. Tonight, I'll inform his "loving" guardian what his offspring has done and where he is. Maybe, I can convince Mortis to actually train me thanks to this incident. The scum didn't realize he gave even more leverage on the Eastern's King, Mortis, the All Powerful One, and the cur himself.

With a passion for the theatrical, Elizar literally blew the doors down and walked into the building unopposed. As the guards and servants trembled in fear and whispered the tales and rumors that spread since his leaving, he continued on until he came face to face with his father.

"Hello father," he said with an icy tone. "It seems like you're doing quite well for having abandoned your firstborn to the unknown! Have a seat!" He forcibly blew the noble onto his throne.

"Adred, I meant the best for you. I provided safety, education, and it seems like you grew up quite a bit due to it. How do you repay me? With genocide and threats. I don't appreciate your tone!"

The young mage crept eerily closer to his father until he looked like a snake about to strike, only inches away from his elder. Clasping his hands behind his back, he sneered, "Your lucky. If it was strictly my opinion on the matter, you'd be coughing blood. However, The Worthy has a plan for you and requests that you become king of this territory. I've the support of 5 of the 7 on the Eastern Council and just need your consent. If not, the vile rat named Morbius will take it, and you will never be heard from again. Literally, you might be seen but not heard." ELizar grinned a Chesire-like grin as he said those last few words.

The noble stood up and asserted, "I will not! Never! I refuse to be led by that idiot, b-." A swift hand cut off the breath of the noble, and he had to squeak the rest out. "I... will...not...bring...dishonor...to...my...subjects...or...this...house!"

With that he was blown through what remained of a door out into the street to view the chaos and be shown to the djinn.

"Look around you. You basically have no subjects or house to dishonor.I give you one last chance." Saying such, he pulled his cutlass with a dark red blade with jagged edges and started to polish it before pointing it at the defenseless lord.

Spitting the noble said, "Never!" At which, the furious mage spoke and made the blade burst into flames. He drew the man closer and closer to the sword.