"Too late, Victor. Hunter Art: Prey Paralysis."
Forceful art elicitation, or FAE as it is commonly referred to, is exactly as it sounds; a way to incite the art of someone forcefully. However, forceful art elicitation was a violent process. But first, there were prerequisites to using it: a piece of personal information to connect you to the subject such as a name, the art in question's intricacies, and the god who used to hold sway over that set of arts.
When FAE occurs, you actually try to influence the God's dead soul inside of someone, hence the need for that person's personal information and a god's name, and then try to path into that art through the pseudo-awakening of that god's soul, triggering an art.
For when one uses an art, the gods' dead soul is roused and a certain part of it is used, and to help localise that part you use the pathing technique. This also explains that pathing isn't always needed, however, due to the fact that familiarity with the node, the gods' dead soul, you can easily identify and only rouse certain parts of it.
This is also the reason that Platinum ranked Guild Members use and are given code names, to make it improbable that an enemy on the battlefield would be able to use FAE on them through the use of a name by comrades. Yet, when FAE occurs, it is often described as a part of your soul being wrenched and violated before being returned to your body, making it incredibly painful for the victim. So, almost on queue, a scream erupted in the lecture hall.
Alice, the unfortunate girl, began to convulse and shout and plead for help from her friends, grasping and reaching at her body almost like trying to go inside of it and rip out whatever was causing the agony inside of her, until it all of a sudden she stopped, and she fell to the floor unconscious.
Shame and guilt welled up inside of Victor, as the whole reason FAE was able to be used on the poor girl was because he called out her name, even when she was so brave. Everyone in the class except from a certain boy and Victor where confused that someone had just chanted an art that seemingly didn't belong to him, and the one it did belong to, was now on the floor showing no sign of getting back up.
In retaliation, the porcelains try to move. Quite a remarkable reaction. A regular person would scream or panic, but these porcelains rose to retaliate almost instantly. Well trained, indeed. Though, their quick thinking was useless now in this situation. Instead of moving, they were met with an indescribable resistance. They, just like the man who had came in beforehand, were now paralysed.
In addition to the normal affects of FAE, when used on an individual who uses chants, the power of that art is considerably heightened. This can be explained because instead of limiting the actual power of a part of a node to specify an art using pathing, the whole god souls is used but only certain parts is activated. This means that the power of the art isn't limited to that area of the soul, but can draw upon the strength of other parts of the soul too, which also explains why chantless arts are not only so much powerful but don't change strength when used through FAE.
"Don't try to move, class, you might hurt yourself in the process. You're all stuck in place, and he's free to do whatever he want's to. The only useful thing we can do now is to scream."
"Now, don't say that, Victor, not all of the class is paralysed. Plus, I don't recommend screaming, if I were you." Lucan said in a stone cold voice, pointing up to a shaking white-haired boy in the back, while smiling at Victor with intense malice. The class at that moment, realised that the Rogue was now free of the paralysis too. The boy in the back of the class could hardly move from where he stood, hoping to get in at least one scream for help before he was killed. "Isn't that right, S-u-n?"
Everyone could only watch still in horror, as the Rogue strolled calmly up to Sun, hang his arm over his shoulders, and coerced him over to the entrance to the lecture hall. Victor tried to plead with the man to let the boy go, attempting to appeal to a sense of empathy that was non-existent in the man he was dealing with. It was all Victor could do. Under no circumstances could he let a porcelain of his be harmed by a man who he had all right to believe was the Rogue himself.
"Rogue! Listen to me, for Elase's sake! Don't you dare try anything more! You god damned fool! Just listen to me! Why are you doing this? If you dare harm him, I swear I'll... Just, WHY?!" The position Victor was in could be called humorous. His entire body was paralysed and in a position ready to run towards the crowd of porcelains, but his head was thrashing around savagely, his eyes a wild frenzy of colours as they darted around in anger.
If you didn't know any better, you would think the man mad, mistakenly thinking that they could see bubbles frothing at his mouth like a wild dog, barking and thrashing at everything that moved. And his ramblings that the Rogue had began to ignore long ago, started to devolve into complete insanity. "I'll kill you, Rogue! I'll swear, I will kill you! For the betterment of the world, I will kill you! Even if no one will, I'll do it! On my family name, I will kill you! For Alium! For Alandriel! For Good and everything righteous in this world, I-"
"Will you just stop going on and screaming nonsense like that! God your annoying..." It was incredibly strange not just for his class, but his good friend Lanyon, that a usually calm and collected man like Victor was more akin to a wild beast at this moment rather than a real human being. His shaking head had settled, allowing for his face to be seen more easily. Victor's eyes had become bloodshot, tears and sweat and spit covered his face, his face and mouth in a beastly snarl, muscles twitching and convulsing as they were barely being controlled. "Anyways, you guys are all frozen in place until that girl over there wakes up. So enjoy your stay!"
The Rogue went through the hall door, slamming it behind him, as another crazed scream erupted behind him before being muffled by the closing of the door.