(It is, just a more specialized form of magic, magic of the soul to be more precise kiddo. *Shrugs* and the name is Azrael, like the angel of death... I made that clear in an earlier post too... and if you don't wish to call me that, then it's Rahvan or Ra....)
The feline smirked and waved his paw at Shinzui, banishing the assualt rifle by using a single quickened and silenced spell. "Cormlle naa tanya tel'raa Shinzui." The feline's voice held a certain air of joy, as if he was enjoying the 'combat'. He knew quite enough that he, one of the few Tel'Quessir that still remained, could not be harmed by the mundane magics of the creature.