Sakarabru's Fury

393 AC - What is he doing exactly? He must know that I need a window of opportunity. That's the big difference between a Combat Mage and a Scholar Mage. Even in combat situations, the latter tries to be subtle, even when it's really not needed. I focus and see the exobiologist give me a surprised look when he feels the influx of Mana I draw from Senka. Let him save his strength to incarnate Alelo when the time comes; I'll take care of getting rid of those useless Bravos and anyone else that gets in my way. In combat, there can be no half-measures. In combat, there can only be victory or failure. There is no middle ground. I watch Moyo clench his teeth and move out of the way while I cast.

Come to me, one of the three. Come to me, guardian of the Well of Tears. Come to me, watcher of the night. Answer my call. Show your dark face to all those who wander where they shouldn't. I shatter his Effigy. He appears at my side, and his roar sweeps across the islets, sending them flying like bits of straw. I see a Bravos skiff turn around after the helmsman shoots me a dirty look. Go ahead and be mad at me. I don't care. I turn towards the lab assistant, who is clinging to his hat as tightly as possible to prevent his cocoons from hatching. But I don't see any animosity in his eyes, just intense concentration. He starts to trace his Signs…

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