remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Helovia had its own methodology in magic, and while most had original contortions, they were bound to a certain extent and quality, limited to the expanse of so many at their disposal. Here, each enchantment user seemed to have far more flexibility, and it was always impressive to see the assembled machinations they came up with.For instance, manifesting a water pillar.
The image was a striking one (and here he struggled to control his motions and not laugh), as air and stone gave way to liquid, and Morgan rose to the top of the towering structure, very much a Warden. He half-contemplated knocking it all down just out of sheer amusement, but then she chose to counter his incantations, and he needed to be at the ready, not the mercy.
A wave undulated towards him, rolling, veering, intending to collide. Mastery of water, perhaps in some part thanks to his mother’s bloodline, permitted him to contort the incoming tide with little effort – they stoked around him, swirling, churning, threatening to swallow, but couldn’t touch, couldn’t entangle, couldn’t ensnare. He gave the picture an arched brow as the careening contortions seemed to move onward, wild, untamed, and seemingly without the power to stop before one of the ruins’ crumbling walls.
So, perhaps to save Morgan from rushing headlong into rubble, the Sword’s veins pulsed with intention. His mind presided in striving to cease and slow the movement of the current, and then extend a buffering zone, nearly like a foaming, bubbling shield, to cushion an impending, potential blow.
out for vengeance
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