Oh Timmy. Timmy-Tim-Timmy-Tim-Tim-Tim-Tim. You fool You frustrating, irritating, desperate fool. He can scowl and cast as much as he likes- Adelaide returns the favor with a distinctly unladylike snarl as she slams her staff into the ground, a focused snap of spirit energy and pure, unyielding will flaring across the field in a wave of brilliant blue light. Mana Clash is not something she throws out often, if ever but desperate times and desperate measures.
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Lovely pools of mana all these horrid mages have.
How terrible for it to be suddenly gone.