Rita o2: die, grats, die!

[blastiaphilia.livejournal.com]

[It's just a short way into to the training centre, and Rita is taking out some stress on some Grats...]

O disturbing power now unleashed, mete thy judgement upon the evil before me! Violent Pain!

[OVERKILL, OVERKILL!! This dark element single-target spell is huge, extending dark beams from the ground and plunging them back down into the Grat.]

O mother praised for her indigo light, break apart and raise thy clear new voice! Aqua Laser!

[This time, a line of water-element magic shoots across the ground. Those poor Grats surely don't deserve these advanced artes...? What, is Fireball not enough?]

Comments

[fierybluebird]

Jeez, what's got you in such a mood? [Perches in a tree branch now, warily watching.]

[blastiaphilia.livejournal.com]

Mood? What mood? O caprice of innocent waters, Champagne!

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I'm just practicing. That's what the training centre is for, right?

[fierybluebird]

[Flat stare.] Yes, that's what it's for. Seems like a lot of energy to be channeling without even being angry though, eh.

[blastiaphilia.livejournal.com]

Not really. Why would I need to practice the low level spells?

[fierybluebird]

Good point I suppose.

[blastiaphilia.livejournal.com]

So what are you doing? Just hanging around in trees?

[fierybluebird]

I was practicing. Until water started tearing up the ground. [Doesn't budge from his tree branch.]

[blastiaphilia.livejournal.com]

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And? It's stopped now. You can come back down, scaredy-cat.

[fierybluebird]

No thanks. I like it up here.

[blastiaphilia.livejournal.com]

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Please yourself! I'm gonna go find some more of those things.

[fierybluebird]

Good luck. Doesn't seem like you need the help or anything, eh.