He's fast and he's strong, but it's been ages since he last got to eat his fill of ayakashi lifeforce and Joscelin's energy is flagging. There's a little glisten of sweat on that disturbingly pale brow, and he's breathing more heavily.

Ridiculous. Is he really this weak?

He jumps back and wipes his forehead with his sleeve.

"Let's go back to spells, shall we?"