[spoiler]First situation, for Ian.[/spoiler] Ian laughed as silver-colored wings tore through the shoulders of his shirt and spread to a span of over 10 feet. His rapier-broadsword was ready, as well as the laser pistol at his hip. His magic was, obviously, working perfectly. He was ready for a fight that might just cost him his life for the third time this year. [spoiler]Damn, it feels good to use Old Style Ian again.[/spoiler]