Re: Round 2
Vincent curses her own judgment as Iason comes barreling at her.
"Surt take it all..." she mutters.
She does away with the probing entirely. She instead forces as much energy as she can into the growing force blast, levels her staff like a cannon, and lets it go. The recoil from the channelling's intensity sends her skidding back a few yeards.
The bolt is raw and wild magic, flying erratically in Iason's direction, but coiling and writhing like a serpent as it goes.
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