faderift | A miscalculation (semi-closed)

WHO: Julius, Miles, later Sawbones, optional others
WHAT: Julius finally gets something he's been working on right at arguably the worst possible moment
WHEN: Sometime this month
WHERE: Gallows training grounds, then the infirmary
NOTES: While the thread with Julius/Miles/Sawbones is closed, all of this happens in public areas, so commentary/heckling/scandalized gasping in side threads is fine if desired. Description of injury possible within, though nothing too gnarly.

It started as a simple discussion about theory.

Julius had been talking to Miles a bit about how mages had shaped and influenced martial strategy in Southern Thedas, and had mentioned that the vast majority of the time, a mage who has gotten into true hand to hand combat is already having a worst time than he intended. Of course, this led to a digression about exceptions, and also what sort of hand-to-hand training Circle mages had or lacked.

Which then led to a discussion of how Julius himself had been working through some leftover notes about a certain style of magic popular in Kirkwall, specifically, and about how it could be used to help overpower a nonmagical opponent while fighting this way, though that would be an adaptation of its initial design. And then, of course, they reached a point where they mutually decided it would be easier to demonstrate what he meant than simply push forward on paper.

All of which seemed very reasonable at the time. They were using staves, after all - nothing with a sharp edge, nothing they would be moving through at any speed. It shouldn't have been unsafe.

Only Julius's attempt to focus telekinetic force on the staff itself, meant to push Miles back a few feet, is rather more successful than Julius intends it to be. He slams the slight rifter into the ground (several feet away, so part of it was what he intended to do).

Rushing over, he's already preparing a basic healing spell before he can even ask if Miles is hurt.

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Theories are always more fun put into practice. Miles is an avid fan of the kinetic learning process, and he is a soldier, even if not the sort who does best on the front lines, so he makes for a good enough sparring partner. Certainly more than sporting for sparring with a mage; in fact, staff combat is a refreshing change of pace for someone who frequently deals in space guns. And that is why, while he does not assume Julius is any kind of slouch, he is taken completely off guard when the telekinetic blast knocks him clean off his feet.

He doesn't even really have time to react or to try and correct his fall. His feet just abruptly take leave of the ground, his eyes go wide in shock and confusion, and the staff flies from his hands as he flies very hard, down and in the opposite direction. It's probably a good thing he lands on his back and not, say, one of his arms, but there is a distinct whoosh as the wind is knocked clean out of him.

He sits up with a wheeze, looking slightly wall-eyed for a moment, and then immediately he cringes and his hand goes to his side, his mouth stretched in a pained grimace. In a thin, reedy voice he says, a little plaintively, "Were you aiming for my ribs?"

"No, of course not. Here, don't move yet." He casts a simple healing spell, which won't put everything right, but with luck should get Miles into some shape where he can be moved without making things actively worse. (Julius hopes so, at least.)

Almost absently, as he casts the spell, "I was trying to push you backward, not far, out of staff reach. I hadn't been able to get it to work, but when I made the adjustment I seem to have overcompensated." He looks up from his work to Miles' face. "...apologies."

He sits back on his heels. "I'm no spirit healer, so I can't... Does it feel like you broke anything?" He's hoping not his spine, at least.

Miles shakes his head, letting out a wheeze that is apparently supposed to be a laugh. He's got one hand pressed gingerly to his side, but he isn't so white about the lips that it looks like anything truly serious.

"Oh, no. If I'd broken anything, you'd know it. Think I might have bruised a few ribs on the way down." He sounds winded and a little in pain, but Miles being injured is apparently so routine an occurrence that there seems to be very little to get excited over when something isn't actually broken. Then, despite himself, he starts laughing, in little wheezing fits and starts because ow, it hurts to laugh. "You know, usually I'm the one accused of overcompensating."

Julius is torn between smiling and concern at that response. "I think I'd best take you to the infirmary, just to be on the safe side." He offers him a hand to help him sit up, since it seems likely that doing so won't make anything worse.

"For what it's worth, that isn't meant to be an attack spell, though evidently I could use it that way. It's mainly meant to get opponents out of melee range long enough for you to cast something more complex at them without them hacking your arm off. Or your leg, as I came close to learning the hard way at Ghislain."

"Yeah, alright." Miles won't argue on this point; maybe they can heal his ribs, and he won't have to constantly resist the urge to poke them to see how badly they still hurt (it's usually: a lot). He takes Julius's hand, wincing a little, but otherwise seems to be doing pretty okay, all things considered. Ah, what's a little pain between friends, anyway?

"Well, you succeeded with flying colors on that part. Definitely did not make leg-hacking distance there." He grins, because it really is funny. "D'you think you can do it again? I mean, do you know how to, or was that just a freak occurrence?"

"Well, I'm certainly not going to try to find out on you," he says, with a worried smile. "But... I do think so." He does lead toward the infirmary, heading off the potential that they could get sidetracked on theory at length. He's prepared to let Miles lean on him as necessary, but is also attempting to take him at his word on how badly he is(n't) injured. "Before, I hadn't been getting anywhere at all beyond theory. Now I have a better idea of what I'm trying to reproduce."

A miscalculation (semi-closed)

CLAPS HANDS!!!

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time? sounds fake

Definitely fake

but my love for this CR is very real

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