AHHHHHH-" Once I finally manage to stop screaming, I realize that I'm not moving anymore. Whether due to my fear of falling, or the fact that I threw my hands up in terror, I may never know. But what I do know is my arms are going to get tired from sticking straight up like this.

There, that feels be- "AHHHHH!"

So, when I lower my arms, this thing goes into freefall? That's good to know. What about extending them straight in front of-- "Slow dow--" BOOM!

That would be the sound of a bubble of light crashing straight into the head of a large enraged creature at approximately 25 miles per hour.

BOOOOOOOOM!

And that would apparently be the sound of said creature falling over and hitting the ground.

For once, Spectrum was speechless. I saw his jaw drop as I figured out that holding the staff at about waist level made for a nice slow descent.

Mardil, on the other hand, seemed to have a million questions.

"How did you do that? Can you teach me to? Is it normal for your species to walk on light? Where did that plan come from? Were you scared when she threw you? Why did you--"

He stops when I shake my head. "I promise I'll answer all of your questions eventually. Just let me figure out how to get out of this thing first."

Mardil drops his head a bit but backs off. "Sure thing."

"Now to get out of this thing. Lets see..."

Holding the staff like a spear, I tap the wall of the sphere from the inside. Nothing happens. Then I try smacking the wall with the staff. The sphere grows a bit bigger, but still no way to get out. I even try drawing a door on the sphere with the crystal tipped end of the staff, but to no avail. Nothing happens until I get so angry at the sphere that I drop the staff and punch the wall.

Surprise, my fist goes through it like it's regular light. "So I can just walk through the wall?"

Spectrum nods. "You might want to bring the staff with you though."

I sigh. Why did I have to make such a fool of myself and not think of the most obvious solution first? But I can't let myself fall into a pattern of berating myself, so all I do is simply pick up the staff and walk forward. Walking through the sphere feels weird. It kind of gives me a tingly sort of feeling all over, but I can in fact do it.

That only leaves the problem that we still have this giant creature lying unconscious about five feet away. How do I make sure Pythonia will no longer be a threat to Mardil's life, limbs, or well being when she wakes up?

Thankfully, I'm not the only one who can think on the fly. And in this case, I mean that literally. Spectrum takes one look at the creature, then clicks his talons together, firmly binding Pyhtonia until further notice.

"Now I'll just hand the light over to you.." His claw touches my hand and I feel that same tingly feeling in my hand. When it fades, Spectrum talks again. "Now you should be able to do whatever you did with that sphere with the chains binding Pythonia. Oh, and before I forget, they will automatically adjust if she shifts."

I nod, tapping the end of the staff to one of the chains before lifting it a bit. To my surprise, the chains, and thus Pythonia follow my movements. Even when I walk, the shapeshifter floats five feet behind me and six feet off the ground. Mardil glances at this and nods before scratching his chin.

"I imagine that it must be tiring to constantly hold the staff like that." He's right, and I nod.

"I may have a solution." Unstrapping the bow from Pythonia's back, he helps me strap the staff to mine. It works surprisingly well.

"Now," Spectrum speaks aloud, "Can we go about finding the halfblood and getting my home fixed?"

Mardil sighs. "Even after all of that nonsense, have you still not realized?"

I have no clue what he's trying to get at. "Realized what?"

"Maybe this will help." He walks over to the Sunblade, which is still in its scabbard which is somehow still fastened around Pythonia's waist. (My guess as to how that is; magic. I doubt any leather could be stretchy enough to pull that off.) Then he does something that surprises me. Putting his hand on the hilt of the sword, he slowly slides it out of its scabbard. The blade shines silver in the moonlight, except for the gilt blood groove. He swings it easily before putting it back in the scabbard.

"You see, I am the halfblood you seek."