The glare he levelled at her after the blow held no recognition whatsoever. Orange eyes blazed as a snarl was ripped from him, the volume enough to feel like sheer force in itself. Violet energy swirled along the lines of his frame like ink in water, some sort of spell to instill control. Their enemy had done their homework, using his lightning against her.
Lip curling, his magic flared outward -- the thrumming of electricity was nearly enough to drown out his voice as it lashed out indiscriminately, leaving ash and noise in its wake. The stone of the wall behind her, the metal she wore, the cobbled street beneath them both -- the enemy directed his fury, but it seemed his magic was too much for them, going haywire as soon as they tried to turn it on her.
The close proximity the spell required turned out to be its downfall -- in the chaos, Laxus's magic spread to further and further targets, arcing from one to the next. This meant it eventually found its way back to the source of the controlling spell, sending the mage flying.
The dull roar from his throat and his magic, the searing sensation as the metal she wore started to heat up, his ruthless grip still pinning her to the wall at his eye level -- it all built to just under a breaking point before everything stopped, the absence of sound almost louder than the storm before. He blinked, growl dying in his throat as he tried to process what'd realistically only been a few seconds, but probably didn't exist for him and felt like hours to her. A second's hesitation and then she was lowered to the ground, steadied, the man's face cycling through several expressions at once though his eyes held a single constant:
Of or for what, it was hard to say.
He couldn't tell if she was conscious, or even alive, but he was afraid to reach out again to check after what he'd just done what had happened. She was sitting back against the wall, and upright for the moment, and he thought he heard her breathing but it could've been the crowd that show of power had drawn. He'd find out later, one way or the other, but first...
He backed off as someone broke off from the crowd and rushed over, muttering something unintelligible before taking off at a sprint. He'd heard the other mages retreating, vaguely registering it as he'd tried to check Ravyn over, and he had a heading.
They didn't have a snowball's chance in Hell.