Will

Arin of the Imperial Dragons twirled his long spear about as he eyed the surroundings, his posture casual, but his bearing like a viper ready to strike. He seemed to have put Eyil out of his mind completely the way he ignored the Nalduri man and yet, no matter how he twirled that spear, the point always seemed ready to meet any attack.

'Domain.' Lucian stared at the man from his place in the world of shadow, stared at the region of color that surrounded his reflection.

Lucian was only beginning to learn the uses of Will, but this man was well versed. Every strike he made carried his Will bearing at least one Intent. If Will was the force of a 5th-stage expert, then an Intent was the application of that Will.

An Intent was a simple thing, usually summed up in a word or two. In the Toubian's case, the prevelent Intent in his strikes was clear: 'Speed'.

Yet even as his Will maintained that Intent, there was another: 'Domain'.