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CompanionThe grand halls of the College of Destruction welcomed Targa as she stood in one of the outdoor courtyards, Montblanc perched on a nearby stone bench. The little Moogle swayed slightly, his red pom pom bouncing as he nibbled on a vine, much to the dismay of the local groundskeeper. "Kupo, you’ve got that look, Targa. The ‘I’m about to blow something up’ look. Careful not to singe your hair, kupo." Targa smirked, brushing back a loose strand of her hair. "Oh, Monty, darling, if one must practice destruction, one may as well do it with style. Besides, my hair has survived worse, I assure you."
With a flourish, she opened her palm, summoning a small glowing magical circle. The arcane sphere materialized, hovering for a moment before sinking into her chest, enveloping her in a shimmering, crackling aura, but thanks to her magics innate properties, both the magic circle and the aura were invisible. Targa flexed her fingers, feeling the magic course through her body like a wild river. She turned toward one of the enchanted training dummies, her lips curling into a confident smile. "Now, let’s see if this little overlay can do more than look pretty." Ah odd statement given it was invisible but she didn't mind, long as she knew it was pretty. She dashed forward with vampiric grace, her aura colliding with the target. The resulting arcane burst caused the dummy to crackle and spark before the aura dissipated.
"Not bad for a first attempt," Montblanc said, clapping faintly with approval. "But kupo, you might want to sustain it a little longer next time. Practice holding the spell a bit, feel how it drains you and how it feels to move when it before expending it right away."
Targa laughed and knew he was right. "Ah, Monty, always the critic. Let’s go again." For some time more she would find herself practicing the spell over and over again. Taking a rest every now and again to replenish her magic and feed. The dummies that had been set up for her were specially made from the same stone used in the training room. Not only that but they were made to be so heavy and embedded that her magics knockback wouldn't cause the dummies to fly back and damage the walls of the courtyard or hit a stray student walking by.
WC: 395
With a flourish, she opened her palm, summoning a small glowing magical circle. The arcane sphere materialized, hovering for a moment before sinking into her chest, enveloping her in a shimmering, crackling aura, but thanks to her magics innate properties, both the magic circle and the aura were invisible. Targa flexed her fingers, feeling the magic course through her body like a wild river. She turned toward one of the enchanted training dummies, her lips curling into a confident smile. "Now, let’s see if this little overlay can do more than look pretty." Ah odd statement given it was invisible but she didn't mind, long as she knew it was pretty. She dashed forward with vampiric grace, her aura colliding with the target. The resulting arcane burst caused the dummy to crackle and spark before the aura dissipated.
"Not bad for a first attempt," Montblanc said, clapping faintly with approval. "But kupo, you might want to sustain it a little longer next time. Practice holding the spell a bit, feel how it drains you and how it feels to move when it before expending it right away."
Targa laughed and knew he was right. "Ah, Monty, always the critic. Let’s go again." For some time more she would find herself practicing the spell over and over again. Taking a rest every now and again to replenish her magic and feed. The dummies that had been set up for her were specially made from the same stone used in the training room. Not only that but they were made to be so heavy and embedded that her magics knockback wouldn't cause the dummies to fly back and damage the walls of the courtyard or hit a stray student walking by.
WC: 395
