Well, at least here were creatures he was accustomed to bringing utter annihilation upon back home! Lily let fly the Fire Lance spell, the fireballs spiraling through the air before, with a gesture from Lezard within that soul space, they came crashing down, slowing one down severely as it mildly liquefied and tried to solidify again while pinning the remainder in a tight group in their quick approach.
Even with the rain, this would be no trouble, but Lezard wanted more...
And just like that, the combined energy of the collected souls within him flared to life, and he furrowed a brow. What in Hel...?
Light poured from between the pages, and Lezard felt the soft click of something unlock. Text flowed across a fresh page, detailing the history of another spell - Fire Storm - while depicting a werewolf engulfed in a wall of flame. How in Midgard had he- oh, never mind-
"My sweet... more of my sealed magic has been released from BREW's wretched grip!" But that laugh just then... it was mingled giddiness and a tinge maddened. The wavelength seemed strong here.
"Allow me to set the stage - these minions are a waste of our time!" The book spoke aloud, and Lezard extended a hand and focused. His Soul Wavelength burst with a new vigor, and more of those drops of unused flame magic flared to life around his Meister. In the meantime, runic rings began to burn to life in the ground, directly in the path of the approaching imps.
This Keroro was a ranged weapon now, correct? Ahhh, let's give him some target practice.
The imps stepped across the ring and Lezard released his hold on the soul energy stored in the ground. A pillar of flame erupted from the ground, searing heat, light and sound, and sent the imps hurtling into the air...
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Even with the rain, this would be no trouble, but Lezard wanted more...
And just like that, the combined energy of the collected souls within him flared to life, and he furrowed a brow. What in Hel...?
Light poured from between the pages, and Lezard felt the soft click of something unlock. Text flowed across a fresh page, detailing the history of another spell - Fire Storm - while depicting a werewolf engulfed in a wall of flame. How in Midgard had he- oh, never mind-
"My sweet... more of my sealed magic has been released from BREW's wretched grip!" But that laugh just then... it was mingled giddiness and a tinge maddened. The wavelength seemed strong here.
"Allow me to set the stage - these minions are a waste of our time!" The book spoke aloud, and Lezard extended a hand and focused. His Soul Wavelength burst with a new vigor, and more of those drops of unused flame magic flared to life around his Meister. In the meantime, runic rings began to burn to life in the ground, directly in the path of the approaching imps.
This Keroro was a ranged weapon now, correct? Ahhh, let's give him some target practice.
The imps stepped across the ring and Lezard released his hold on the soul energy stored in the ground. A pillar of flame erupted from the ground, searing heat, light and sound, and sent the imps hurtling into the air...