[Oh right, they're actually here to do... training and stuff. He'd almost forgotten, but the sight of fire in his father's palm is reminder enough.]
Right... let's get some targets, then.
[No turning back now. Since they're here to work on magic training rather than actual combat, he picks a simple simulation- a handful of stationary targets, simulating copies of those little spider monsters, varying in size but non-aggressive for now. He waits until they've fizzled into existence in the training room, lips pursing, then glances down at his hand, where the ring sits.]
...Okay. Here goes then, I guess.
[He doesn't want to now, just like he didn't want to back then. But duty calls, as it ever does, so with a heavy exhale he lifts a hand and calls up the power of the Ring of the Lucii. It's been months since he triggered this spell, having carefully avoided it while he could, but even so the effect is instantaneous: siphons of red and black energy weave through the air, pulling "life" from the digital monsters skittering around across the room from them. It's eerie how it manages to feel the same despite being a simulation. He's not quite sure how this works, but it's effective enough. That's good.
What isn't good, but is at least normal for him, is the immediate spiderclimb of ash and fire that spreads over his skin and through his veins, crawling up his arm and across his face and neck the longer he holds the Death spell in effect. Besides clenched teeth behind his tightly-pursed lips as he concentrates, he shows no indication that he notices it.]
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[Oh right, they're actually here to do... training and stuff. He'd almost forgotten, but the sight of fire in his father's palm is reminder enough.]
Right... let's get some targets, then.
[No turning back now. Since they're here to work on magic training rather than actual combat, he picks a simple simulation- a handful of stationary targets, simulating copies of those little spider monsters, varying in size but non-aggressive for now. He waits until they've fizzled into existence in the training room, lips pursing, then glances down at his hand, where the ring sits.]
...Okay. Here goes then, I guess.
[He doesn't want to now, just like he didn't want to back then. But duty calls, as it ever does, so with a heavy exhale he lifts a hand and calls up the power of the Ring of the Lucii. It's been months since he triggered this spell, having carefully avoided it while he could, but even so the effect is instantaneous: siphons of red and black energy weave through the air, pulling "life" from the digital monsters skittering around across the room from them. It's eerie how it manages to feel the same despite being a simulation. He's not quite sure how this works, but it's effective enough. That's good.
What isn't good, but is at least normal for him, is the immediate spiderclimb of ash and fire that spreads over his skin and through his veins, crawling up his arm and across his face and neck the longer he holds the Death spell in effect. Besides clenched teeth behind his tightly-pursed lips as he concentrates, he shows no indication that he notices it.]