So what exactly is it that you want?
[ irritation flickers across the sorcerers face before the softest snarl leaves him, grip remains fixed on the blade which now in itself had become brimming with an electrical currency. ]
Lovely.
[ A smirk that isn't leaving his face now, but instead his gaze shifted to stare at the purples hues of electricity sparking along the blade. Yet it doesn't make him yield. ]
I know what I want, and mean what I say.