"You bastard!" Anise shot at the Head Doctor from where she stood. "Nobody agreed to play by your stupid rules!" Carefully, she pulled her hand away from the wound, holding it in front of her. She then began the slow and exhausting process of gathering fonons at one point. Landel was going to regret showing his face to her.
The only way to stop this was to kill him. She was sure of it.
Even as exhaustion turned to pain, Anise kept her focus. The blood loss was wearing down her endurance, which meant she was only going to get one shot at this. She was going to squeeze every bit of power she could possibly get out of her body. It didn't matter if it hurt. She had to kill him!
"I'll rip you to pieces!" the girl snarled as she unleashed the spell at last. High above the south end of the coliseum, the air began to move. At a single point, it converged and twisted as it took on a red color - like blood.
It would have been impressive, and hopefully intimidating, if the end result wasn't so damn small. For a fonist of Anise's level, it was kind of embarrassing, really. She had a feeling nobody would believe her if she told them that was her best attempt at a Bloody Howling. Precision usually wasn't a concern with Anise's artes, but her few attempts to use them at Landel's had taught her that with a tiny range of effect, she had to be extra careful about making sure her spells hit their mark. Luckily, the Head Doctor didn't have a lot of room to move as the crimson whirlwind descended toward his balcony.
Anise watched with anticipation, but her vision was growing dim fast. It wasn't until it was too dark to make out Landel's figure that she acknowledged it, and reached out to grasp the edge of the rail in front of her. She rested one arm on top of it for balance, but even as she did, she kept her eyes looking to where she knew the Head Doctor was. The first thing she wanted to see when her head cleared was that bastard's bloodied face.
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"You bastard!" Anise shot at the Head Doctor from where she stood. "Nobody agreed to play by your stupid rules!" Carefully, she pulled her hand away from the wound, holding it in front of her. She then began the slow and exhausting process of gathering fonons at one point. Landel was going to regret showing his face to her.
The only way to stop this was to kill him. She was sure of it.
Even as exhaustion turned to pain, Anise kept her focus. The blood loss was wearing down her endurance, which meant she was only going to get one shot at this. She was going to squeeze every bit of power she could possibly get out of her body. It didn't matter if it hurt. She had to kill him!
"I'll rip you to pieces!" the girl snarled as she unleashed the spell at last. High above the south end of the coliseum, the air began to move. At a single point, it converged and twisted as it took on a red color - like blood.
It would have been impressive, and hopefully intimidating, if the end result wasn't so damn small. For a fonist of Anise's level, it was kind of embarrassing, really. She had a feeling nobody would believe her if she told them that was her best attempt at a Bloody Howling. Precision usually wasn't a concern with Anise's artes, but her few attempts to use them at Landel's had taught her that with a tiny range of effect, she had to be extra careful about making sure her spells hit their mark. Luckily, the Head Doctor didn't have a lot of room to move as the crimson whirlwind descended toward his balcony.
Anise watched with anticipation, but her vision was growing dim fast. It wasn't until it was too dark to make out Landel's figure that she acknowledged it, and reached out to grasp the edge of the rail in front of her. She rested one arm on top of it for balance, but even as she did, she kept her eyes looking to where she knew the Head Doctor was. The first thing she wanted to see when her head cleared was that bastard's bloodied face.