What a lovely late summer day, clear, sunny, and a tad bit windy. What a terrible day to coop herself up indoors... Alas, Alisa didn't do it because she wanted to, but rather she didn't have a choice. Several reasons had brought her back to Hargeon at this specific time, yet no matter how different they were. First, she needed to be here to protect the guild. However, that didn't explain why she came now, after all, with her speed and light packing, she was constantly ready to travel at a moment's notice. Therein came the second reason: The Blue Pegasus training grounds were by far the most efficient she'd ever set foot in, the increased density of mana in the place not only made learning spells easier, but placed a greater strain on the user when controlling that added amount of magic power. Like an athelete training atop a mountain, this added strain on her body would translate to greater power once she tried weaving her spell normally.
And last but not least, Marina. She had the girl join the guild, but had never actually taken her to see the guild hall, despite how much she hyped and built up her expectations. She didn't bring Marina along out of a desperate need for backup in the fight to come; quite the opposite, she hoped she could keep the girl outside the fighting, assuming it ever came to pass. But she needed the girl to formally meet her allies and know her way around the home that would probably be attacked in a matter of days. Between herself, Finn, Snow and Chel, Alisa hoped they'd have enough firepower to stave off any invasions without the guildmaster needing to step in, assuming he'd even get here in time. After all, even though she joined the guild and stood among the strongest members, she could count with the fingers in her hand the amount of times she'd laid eyes on Lance.
That said, the sculptress as she was now wouldn't really be that helpful. As she much as she loved her guild and anyone in it, she still valued her quest as paramount, and wouldn't throw away her life until it was completed. So she needed to get stronger, much, much stronger, enough that she could protect her guild without dying in the process. And for once, she knew she wouldn't accomplish that with just weak spells and melee attacks.
"No, I need a trump card... Something I can use to break just about anyone.", she thought out loud, clenching her fist hard enough until a faint orb of mana surrounded it. If she had to pick her magic's most dangerous facet, her crystallizing touch would be the only logical choice. But as the name implied, she had to touch an opponent to make use of it. At least up until this point. But after honing her body for battle so she could suvive getting in close to her opponents, she could now realistically make use of this ability without taking unecessary risks
She'd been working out intensely as of late, with visible results. Her muscle tone grew far more visible than usual, especially with short, tight sports wear. Black bike shorts and a red sports bra - matching her eyes - with black fighting gloves and boots. Even though she'd shed some of her softness, Alisa had actually gained weight from increased muscle tone, not really that much to make a difference, but still enough to draw attention. Of course, she never had a problem getting her guildmates' attention, but when she looked like this in an outfit clearly built for training, they looked even less reluctant to crowd around her.
She should walk around in reduced sportswear more often, clearly she was on to something here...
Though she could still hardly bring herself to smile, flipping her hair behind her as she stepped inside the training grounds. A wide, closed space with tatami for a floor and several test dummies to shoot spells and swing swords at. With a ceiling almost entirely made of glass yet keeping out the bulk of the heat, this room had the best of both worlds rolled into one. Alisa could admire the beautiful blue sky as she got tired, and wouldn't have to deal with any extra heat beyond her own.
Not that she'd sweat that much training spells, much of the strain came from mental exhaustion rather than physical, but focusing under searing heat still proved troublesome.
No matter, she had the training grounds all to herself this morning, so she could develop her new spell in peace. First off, tests. Narrowing her eyes, Alisa focused as much mana as she could weave at once into her left hand, clenching her fist so hard it might very well draw blood. Channeling that mana was easy, but holding it in place was a hassle. The longer she tried holding it, the more she found herself wincing as she felt her magic power fade away wastefully... But after holding it for a while, she found her hand appeared to have crystallized painlessly, all the way down to little cracks in her forearm. The effort of binding so much mana to her body came with this side effect apparently, not that it bothered her anyway.
But now she needed to test this. Ideally, she wouldn't kill those who weren't involved with her tragic past; even those dark mages were better left as prey for those they had wronged, they were the target of somebody else's vengeance. But she wouldn't shed a tear if any attacker died as a result of trying to get through her. She focused on one of the test dummies, imagining an attacker... The mere thought was enough to make her furrow her brow with annoyance, and once she touched it's head, it turned to crystal in a split second, quickly spreading up to half its chest.
In a fight, she probably wouldn't be able to crystallize more than a meter's worth of surface of an enemy's body... Yet after grabbing the test dummy's head, the faintest squeeze was also enough to shatter it. If she could sustain this spell, she could probably make it work on her enemies' magic and weapons, so long as she got a chance to touch them....
This wasn't enough though... A strong enough enemy might not give her a chance to touch them...
Training Vajradeha (3200 words needed - 20% Word count discount from C-rank intelligence + Blue Pegasus training hall)