[Though perhaps saying so is a mistake in and of itself— but Amelia's advice is good. He may be but one wizard, but with her assistance in keeping their foe off-balance, there are other spells that would suit to help keep the pressure on. He draws in a sharp breath, tracing another symbol as his remaining mirror image follows suit, then sending a series of searingly bright scorching rays at the ogre— resistance or otherwise, fire is still fire and ogres are still flesh and blood, and the monstrosity lets out a bellow of pain as the spell burns down to the bone, boring holes in its limbs and torso.
It lumbers forward, strength flagging, but takes another wide swing— this time bypassing the mirror image and coming far closer to the real Gale, its chances of missing him having been reduced with the loss of his other replicas. Gale reacts quickly, intent on using a spell to fall back and move out of the ogre's range, but even as he does so, he finds his left arm clipped by the ogre's club, hard enough that he cries out even as he blinks out of sight and reappears just beside Amelia.]
Augh! Amelia, stand back!
[Wincing, he raises a hand to send three glowing red arrows at their assailant, each one hitting its mark without fail— and only when the ogre falls to the ground perfectly still does he exhale and grab hold of his injured arm with the opposite hand, feeling one of his knees threatening to buckle beneath him.]
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[Though perhaps saying so is a mistake in and of itself— but Amelia's advice is good. He may be but one wizard, but with her assistance in keeping their foe off-balance, there are other spells that would suit to help keep the pressure on. He draws in a sharp breath, tracing another symbol as his remaining mirror image follows suit, then sending a series of searingly bright scorching rays at the ogre— resistance or otherwise, fire is still fire and ogres are still flesh and blood, and the monstrosity lets out a bellow of pain as the spell burns down to the bone, boring holes in its limbs and torso.
It lumbers forward, strength flagging, but takes another wide swing— this time bypassing the mirror image and coming far closer to the real Gale, its chances of missing him having been reduced with the loss of his other replicas. Gale reacts quickly, intent on using a spell to fall back and move out of the ogre's range, but even as he does so, he finds his left arm clipped by the ogre's club, hard enough that he cries out even as he blinks out of sight and reappears just beside Amelia.]
Augh! Amelia, stand back!
[Wincing, he raises a hand to send three glowing red arrows at their assailant, each one hitting its mark without fail— and only when the ogre falls to the ground perfectly still does he exhale and grab hold of his injured arm with the opposite hand, feeling one of his knees threatening to buckle beneath him.]
Lady of Mysteries, that smarts.