❰ which is a very helpful answer, she knows, but it's hard to quantify how big a spell is unless she does it, and if she does, that's one less spell she can do for the day, so...
his blade does seem to do... something... but the wisp is hard to read, and adalia has no idea if it's even all that hurt. uttering a low curse, she moves over to the man and deposits the dragon egg in the makeshift sling on her hip she'd made when she picked it up, rubbing her hands together in preparation once it's secure. ❱
Something like this takes quite a bit more power. Stay back, please, I don't want to hit you.
❰ with that she slowly draws her hands apart, and as she does a crackling bolt of lightning spreads between them. it hisses and sparks, trying to escape the confines of her hands, but she holds it in place, stretching it out and out and out —
until she abruptly throws it forward, straight through the wisp. the bolt flies forward, passing through the wisp without stopping for a hundred feet, leaving the ground around it singed and the air smelling of ozone. it was definitely overkill on the wisp, and adalia grimaces as she watches it dissolve into light, shaking little sparks from her fingers. ❱
Well, that's quite a bit of energy I can't get back today.
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❰ which is a very helpful answer, she knows, but it's hard to quantify how big a spell is unless she does it, and if she does, that's one less spell she can do for the day, so...
his blade does seem to do... something... but the wisp is hard to read, and adalia has no idea if it's even all that hurt. uttering a low curse, she moves over to the man and deposits the dragon egg in the makeshift sling on her hip she'd made when she picked it up, rubbing her hands together in preparation once it's secure. ❱
Something like this takes quite a bit more power. Stay back, please, I don't want to hit you.
❰ with that she slowly draws her hands apart, and as she does a crackling bolt of lightning spreads between them. it hisses and sparks, trying to escape the confines of her hands, but she holds it in place, stretching it out and out and out —
until she abruptly throws it forward, straight through the wisp. the bolt flies forward, passing through the wisp without stopping for a hundred feet, leaving the ground around it singed and the air smelling of ozone. it was definitely overkill on the wisp, and adalia grimaces as she watches it dissolve into light, shaking little sparks from her fingers. ❱
Well, that's quite a bit of energy I can't get back today.