Falling through the sky, Amelia noticed a peculiar phenomenon. All the people on the ground were waving at her. Like, all of them. Amelia rolled left and right, trying to imitate a gentle return wave with the vast field of lightning she had accumulated. Saying it was hard to drive was an understatement, but she still felt like she should return the kind gesture. Why were they waving? She hadn’t the foggiest. She was a nice field of lightning though, so why not?
A flicker of gold and red in the field of her many admirers caught her attention, and for a moment she almost lost the lightning. Re-establishing her control required both hands and arms now when she reflected the spell. Her anger fed the speed of her momentum through the sky, and for a moment she felt like she was burning the air as she passed. Sorry wind.
B-3 was down there, murdering people. People that were waving to her! Vienne was doing her best to dog her but seemed to become increasingly ineffective.
I dislike you.
The feeling again. Interrupting the bliss of doing magic. Did they know how this was every wish-fulfillment fantasy she’d ever had coming true? Except for the one about bare chested Centaurs -- but she’d been very young.
[...1…] [!][!][!]
Distracted from post-lightning awesome, Amelia once again did her best to focus on the alerts. She reflected the spell and willed herself to think of something other than the tangle of warm lightning yarn on her arms.
[Area Mana Becoming Increasingly Sparse - Sustaining Spell Will Prove Increasingly Difficult]
Tell me about it.
Amelia snorted, delighted when it transferred to the lightning spell and a small plume of lightning arced in front of her vision. She spent a good minute breathing noisily and watching the lightning spew out in front of her like she was puking lightning dragon breath.
Hahahaha, tastes like warm soda.
[...6…]
[Attention: Shape of Spell Would Benefit From An Adjective Or Phrase]
There are so many phrases and adjectives in my brain right now. I am a child in an adjective store. Hmmm. Well, heh… okay.
[Attention: Shape of the Spell Will Take On the Attribute: Domineering]
Amelia kept an eye on the lightning in her field of view and noticed that it didn’t move as orderly as before. When she turned, parts of the lightning seemed to shake and slide independently of the tube and coils to which they were attached. The river of power and mana had slipped between floating evil hands as if they were rocks in a silent brook, and now they didn’t even bother. They crashed haphazardly against the blackened hands, crushing them with a force that made the sky flare up with sudden explosions of light, sound, and fury.
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When Amelia reflected the spell, there was more than the usual slight delay. The lightning actually lurched against invisible reins before coming under control. Amelia felt wistful at this. It had been a long, wild ride, but it seemed that the train was pulling into the station.
[Area Mana Becoming Increasingly Sparse - Sustaining Spell Will Prove Increasingly Difficult]
[Rating: Near Impossible]
Yeah, she figured as much. She was no longer just a happy little spark that streaked across the sky. Still, for one glorious moment more, she twisted through the air as best she could and started a long turn, trying to get the last feeling of wonder out of her system.
Well, what do I do with this?
Her gaze flickered down and once again she felt annoyance flaring up. B-3 was still murdering people down there.
I dislike you. If you fled to the ocean I would consider boiling it.
The urge to turn this bus around and slam it into the figure of B-3 on the ground started to flare up. Maybe the lightning was being a little too domineering if it was giving her suggestions. Amelia snorted again, a heavy burst of lightning shooting out the front of the spell in response. She could probably hold it two more times? Probably. It wasn’t like she’d done this before. Come to think of it there had been a lot of notifications. She was probably getting pretty good at this from a system standpoint.
[Grandmaster Profound 1].
Maybe a little.
Amelia reflected the spell once more, feeling the strain on her hands and arms for the first time. It felt like all the warm weighted blankets in the world were nestled over her now. It was very nice, but hard to move under. Hmmm. Flattening B-3 probably wouldn’t do much more than wreck the city.
Amelia preferred to be lowkey when she could. Destroying Blutonsi didn’t seem like a great plan. Hmmm. Amelia’s gaze turned toward the portal and had a thought. She felt like smiling.
A final notification awaited her attention. She brought it up as she started to steer toward the portal.
[Base Spell Form Changed Sufficiently. Archiving New Spell. Name?]
Ok.
[Warning! The Name May Add Advanced Properties Based On Relation To Significance!]
So I shouldn’t name it something dumb. Like One.
Amelia winced. Sorry Aidan.
There were flashes of light and movement that weren’t from the spell in her vision now. She was confused, but there weren’t any more notifications to close. It was something happening in front of her on the ground. That really had nothing to do with her, she decided.
A name huh?
Something domineering, that was a must.
Something good, and by good she meant kind, generous, brave, awesome, heh… metal.
She definitely wasn’t naming it Raven. Sorry Raven.
Nor would it be named after a food. Sorry Forsythe.
Cloudkill was an awesome name but Amelia didn’t have time to poll Elisha for another awesome name. Sorry Elisha.
War would just name it War. Sorry War.
Hunter would just tell her to do it. Obligatory nice. Thanks Hunter.
Aidan… Can’t name it after all the complex feelings I have toward you. Lovey love love love isn’t something I can name a spell. Sorry, not sorry.
Something good.
Something powerful.
Something of significance.
Something just the right amount of overdone.
The portal loomed in front of her, all the hands wove together in a complex net that tried to keep her out.
Amelia grinned.