You need chaos in your soul
The wood split cleanly down the middle, and Nova gave a small hoot, throwing her fist in the air. She'd never tried it before, and she was extremely pleased with how it played out. But then Deimos was whipping the two pieces around, suddenly making the one obstacle into two. She frowned, her arms falling back to her sides as she analyzed what to do next.
His question was met with a tilt of her head, an innocently sweet smile on her face as she suggested, "By taking you out?" A multitude of other magics might do the trick, surprising him or disrupting his own magics so she might take the advantage, but that didn't seem to be the solution he was looking for. It seemed to her that he wanted the focus to be on the wood, so Nova did just that.
"Or maybe this?" Lifting a hand, she splayed her palm out to push the air away from Deimos with the goal of throwing the pieces from his hold and out of his reach.
His question was met with a tilt of her head, an innocently sweet smile on her face as she suggested, "By taking you out?" A multitude of other magics might do the trick, surprising him or disrupting his own magics so she might take the advantage, but that didn't seem to be the solution he was looking for. It seemed to her that he wanted the focus to be on the wood, so Nova did just that.
"Or maybe this?" Lifting a hand, she splayed her palm out to push the air away from Deimos with the goal of throwing the pieces from his hold and out of his reach.
Nova
to give birth to a dancing star.
