Olga hears that sound rip across her mind and smiles. Like a babe being brought into the world, that scream is a herald to the universe.
Not today.
Not on her watch.
The grass smoulders around them, charred black in a ten foot radius around the two, a ten foot sphere really. Nothing organic within the boundary survives, all turned to carbon and ash.
Olga holds tight as the last remnants of the spell cascade over and through them, using her craft to make sure not a shred of the gifted energy goes to waste. She takes none for herself. It all goes into Tiger Cub, and even with that, it may still not be enough.
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Date: 2010-11-30 06:35 am (UTC)Not today.
Not on her watch.
The grass smoulders around them, charred black in a ten foot radius around the two, a ten foot sphere really. Nothing organic within the boundary survives, all turned to carbon and ash.
Olga holds tight as the last remnants of the spell cascade over and through them, using her craft to make sure not a shred of the gifted energy goes to waste. She takes none for herself. It all goes into Tiger Cub, and even with that, it may still not be enough.