[It is poetry in motion, to see magic woven so expertly, those runes burning bright before flying towards their foes. Amelia makes it look effortless; given how well-practiced they both are in their respective arts, he expects no less, but even after all these years, he still finds magic itself to be breathtaking, beautiful.
That it's quite practical in this particular instance is merely a bonus.]
Well struck!
[Even with foes to be felled, he takes the time to offer a moment of praise before waving one of his hands. His spells don't have nearly as much flash in their preparation, only the tracing of a single symbol, but what follows is certainly flashy enough.]
Fulgur ferit!
[Sparks fly between his fingers, blindingly bright, and the air is filled with the same smell that precedes a storm before he sends a column of lightning rocketing towards their foes. It cracks as it strikes, ear-splitting, expanding to fill the corridor and splinters bone apart where her whirlwind has already left them sitting ducks, their powers coming together to create a storm that decimates their attempted assailants.]
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That it's quite practical in this particular instance is merely a bonus.]
Well struck!
[Even with foes to be felled, he takes the time to offer a moment of praise before waving one of his hands. His spells don't have nearly as much flash in their preparation, only the tracing of a single symbol, but what follows is certainly flashy enough.]
Fulgur ferit!
[Sparks fly between his fingers, blindingly bright, and the air is filled with the same smell that precedes a storm before he sends a column of lightning rocketing towards their foes. It cracks as it strikes, ear-splitting, expanding to fill the corridor and splinters bone apart where her whirlwind has already left them sitting ducks, their powers coming together to create a storm that decimates their attempted assailants.]