He was a bit more prepared for the binding magic this time around. He murmured a spell quietly in French, and something similar to an Aero spell flared up between them, sending snow flying every everywhere, turning to steam where it hit the magical flames, and, for just a few seconds, providing near whiteout conditions.

He took a step backwards, calling up a ball of lightning-laced dark fire in his hands, the entire thing of magic swirling with shadows.

"Looks like you found out more about dark magic," he noted. He could see the affect of it on her soul, and wasn't sure whether to be concerned or not.