Unlocking Your Magical Potential

[Jonathan Winters *Deceased*]

There was a long silence, everyone looking at each other, after the Professor's question came. Finally getting impatient, as Jonathan observed, the professor decided to threaten them, to see their reaction. To his front left, he saw the spiky-haired blonde kid tense up a little. "What are you all, doing here? None, of you, know what, Magic, isss?" Still nothing from the class. Jonathan began to wonder if he should have to break his silence. "Well, then I will, have to, talk to the Head, Magician, about your, removal from our, Premissesss." A threat. Sergent's always used them, except, the difference with Sergents, like Benzel, was that they usually followed up with them. To his front left, he saw the spiky-haired blonde kid tense up a little. Fortunately, it didn't take too long for one of them to crack. The asian man to Jonathan's right raised his hand, high up into the air, looking at the professor determindly. "..Sir. Professor. Magic can be a variation of things. But for the most part, it is the alteration of things, by mankind, by what would normally be said, 'supernatural means' such as demons altercating our bodies or something physical, sometimes on the ocassion the spirit and/or mind, manipulation of our soul to either heal or destroy by means of other further altercations that usually require the spoken word to envoke, and/or the simple thought, sometimes, the manipulation of our spirit and our bodies energy, combined, through means of more Oriental styles of magic... etc. Sir." A sound explanation in itself, Jonathan supposed to himself. Why certainly, yes, it was a sound explanation, not the best, perhaps, but, it would suffice. But he wasn't done. The more eldarly Asian looked around a little, a strange look in his eyes, before, continuing to say, "..Uh... sir, I may want to add that Darah, Lienn, a nameless man called the Priest, and myself were doing a quick study-group last night, sir. I believe it was Darah who reminded us about it, by looking through her text book, and then, those were the Lienn's words, except hers may have been more thorough, and for myself and the Priest.. we more or less reviewed the different styles and uses sir. I assure you, we have been an active class.. we may just be, still... a little shy, for just knowing you only recently. Sir."

Jonathan kept on staring. He couldn't believe what he just saw. This guy just lied to the teacher, didn't he? The suspicious head movement, the hesitation in the speech.. all pointed to one huge lie. Or maybe that was just his habit of talking? Either way, Jonathan's suspicions grew, a little distaste growing in his mind towards this person. Wasn't overly fond of liars, but, he stayed his neutral ground. He'd give him the benefit of the doubt, for now. The teacher nodded at this, although he too looked at Hakfu a little strangely. At least Jonathan wasn't the only one. However, Jonathan was slightly suprised to see the professor soon after, sit down in his chair, spin once, twice, three times..? ... in his chair, and then hold up both his hands, revealing a globe of fire in one hand, and a globe of electricity in the other. But why was he spinning? Twitch. The professor continued, as if nothing happened, going on, "Two basic elements. Fire, and Lightning. Both destructive." He paused to look at the blonde haired kid, Jonathan following suit, curious as to why. "Leon. Your electrical, as I've just noticed that your, practically, brisstling, with energy." So his name was Leon.. "I've, allssso, notiscced that, you have a, fondnessss, with Lienn..." Wait, what was that last part? Lienn... the girl he was sitting next to? "I guesss, she hasssn't, told you, about, 'The Priessst'. Either way, pleasse tone down your, energy, output." Mm... apparently, Leon was still a little on edge from the professor's threat. Jonathan couldn't blame him, really. "Leon. Tell me, how do, you harnessss, your Electrisscity?" Looking down, he realized that his sheet was still blank. Too enwrapped by the strange going-ons in the classroom. Quickly attempting to amend this, Jonthan began to write things down, as they were, little footnotes for later on.

"Thought. . . Emotion. . . Will." Alright.. so, Leon controlled his powers by thought, emotion, and will? So then, if he was distracted, his spell would go out elsewhere to its intentions, if he was angry, Jonathan figured he'd get more pissed, and well, as with anyone, if one's will to fight was broken, then, would they really try to use their powers, unless out of desperation? Jonathan made little notes on these things. Crucial footnotes, incase he ever fought alongside Leon on a mission, which was fairly possible in every aspect. The teacher also made note of this, remarking to himself, "So, through, your mind, you control, your thoughtssss? Thats, quite good, of you, Leon. And now, to our ne-" The teacher was soon interupted by a large screeching sound was heard outside. Jonathan played with the idea of turning around to see what it was, but, that would be disrespectful, so he resisted the temptation. But, with the door clicking open, Jonathan's ears perked up, a little bit sensitive to noise in such close proximity, even as subtle as it was being made. Ah, he couldn't resist. Turning around, he saw someone familiar. A person he had met, carrying around a ladder, over in front of the school. Torm? "I apologize for my rudeness and have no worthy excuses to offer." Jonathan turned his head back to his paper. Torm was a good guy. However, he noted that the teacher must've been getting fairly aggravated by these constant interruptions. "Please, leave your ladder, by the, door. Thank you. Now, for our next, subject... Magic is a ussseful, tool, isssn't it? So, whatss, the mosst, efficient, way of, controlling it? Lienn?"

Lienn. She jumped a bit at the teacher's sudden direction of the question to her, but, she soon recovered, and rather thoughtfully did so gracefully, going on with, "Well, sir, I'm not sure about the most effective way to control magic, but I do know one. Meditation. To control magic you must have a clear mind and unwavering concentration, and the 'most efficient way' to do that is through meditation.." Meditation. Something Jonathan did, but not really. Always had been more of a 'stay sharp' sort of thing, and ease into the battle, or get thrusted into it. Scarcely mattered to him, but, meditation.. yes, from what he had learned, some of the greatest minds had breached the walls of legends just through meditation. Had Director Lancastor gone through those walls? What about his own father, did he- "But..I'm sure there is a better way that you will, no doubt, enlighten the class with in the hopes of discrediting me, and possibly make me feel terrible about my meager, uneducated existence...sir?" Cocky. Jonathan shuddered slightly, supressing a little laughter. Wow. The only time he had seen such insubordination, was in new-arriving privates, which, even then was rare, considering the fact that most in the D-13 were previously in the U.S. Army before joining the D-13, after magical talents were found in them. What would normally follow that would be seeing the private get his head screamed off, followed by getting his ass kicked, until he managed to do the thousand push-ups that he'd been immediatly signed. Wasn't pleasant to watch. The professor, however, chuckled a little, something that seemed to be taken by the class with great suprise. Evidently, this was a rare occurence.

"Indeed. A good, ansswer, if I do, say so. Of course, there is no , one sssingu,lar form of concentration. So, I must ask again, this time, a new question. You are all magic users, yes. Now, from each of you, I want one spell, and to hold, it in, front of you. I will, talk to each, one of you, about it." Wonderful, a snag, something that wasn't expected. Lienn, in front of him, he could see, held up her bag in midair, using nothing. Perchance, was she telekinetic? He'd seen some of his comrades do something similiar, usually when they were new and wanted to show off, or when they were bored, and wanted to entertain themselves, or it was for doing some daily things to bring ease to their lives, or if they were single, and had a magazine of scantly clad women and wanted to use both their ha- Nevermind. Jonathan shook his head. That just wasn't clean. No sooner had he broke that thought until yet another student, evidentally having signed up late for the class. Apparently, he was in a huge hurry, because by the time he had stopped rushing through the door, his head was planted squarely on the wall. Lienn was among those to shriek at the sudden disruption, a clattering heard, as her bag fell. Torm too, jumped at "I am soooo sorry, sir! I'm new and I got really lost on the way. Anyway..." Falling onto his back, the new student got himself up, onto a desk, looking around. He was fairly close to Jonathan, but, Jonathan kept his attention, mostly to his paper, curious a little bit, as to why he was wearing a pirate suit. But, it would be rude to ask, and.. he still wasn't in the mood to talk. "So...what am I supposed to do?"

His attention was taken away by Leon, who began to power up his fist, as he held it before himself. Jonathan's eyes twinkled. His classmates were strong. But a light came from his side, making Jonathan blink for a moment or so, until his eyes readjust to this. Looking to his left, he saw Torm with a physically glowing ball of light. Jonathan's eyes widened a little bit, but not overly much. It was pretty bright, but.. very impressive. Let's see, he needed to start on up himself, now. He held up his left arm, looking at it. What could he do? Wait... alright. He'd use a partial 'Ghost', on his arm, to demonstrate a little bit. Filtering energy through his body, he began to focus. His mind began to go through a rapid series of steps, his eyes, widenening a little, as he seemingly saw through things..

Initiating Codename: 'Ghost'. Concentration: Left Arm.

Small twinges of energy began to cover his arm, down to the last hair, clothing included, his entire left arm disappearing, leaving a little visage of the inside of his left arm's seemingly stump apparent. No one could see his arm, only what was inside on the part of his body that he didn't make invisible. His concentration held, but, he began to wonder to himself if this was perhaps, the wisest thing to do, as, it may freak out people to be able to see inside of him..

[The Historian]

guardian said:

Dev came crashing through the door panting. He tripped, fell head over heels and landed on his head against the wall. This seemed to be an indefinate position, as he stayed in it for a few seconds. He stood on his head against the wall and faced the Historian's desk. "I am soooo sorry, sir! I'm new and I got really lost on the way. Anyway..."He fellonto his back, a little dazed, then stood and took a desk, making many stops to make apologetic bows. "So...what am I supposed to do?"

EXCUSE ME, WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?

The Historian had his class, and this young man came barging like it was no problem? No, this wouldn't do at all.

Yet, he had more things to tend to. Pointing the young man to a seat, away from all the other people, the man moved, seat and all, to the new place, with the will of the Historian alone.

Turning to Torm, he pointed to a seat with the rest of the class. Then, began everyone's magic.

Lienn made things float. Leon, more electricity, the new Dev kid had some sort of illusionary art, and perhaps one of the most interesting was Winter's Ghost ability. Hmm, he would have to talk about that.... Torm had his construction magic, also unique. Two keepers within the bunch...

Dev, that wassss, horrible. I asssked, for magic, not, trickery. Leon, you need, to expand your, horizonsss. Torm, wonder, ful. Spot on. You have a grasssp, and you are ready to, try any,thing. Winters, you, alssso seem, to be, unique. Congrats to both, of you.

Dev. Magic. Not, Siegfried and, Roy shenanigansss.

((COme into class un-invited/Late, your going to feel the Historian's sharp tongue.))

[guardian]

Dev raised an eyebrow. "Magic? Isn't the definition of magic using the natural energy in you own body to shape and change the fabric of time and space around you? Isn't forcing the minds of others warping the fabric of space? That's what an illusion is, after all. It does change the way the world is, even if it is an insignificant change, thus it meets the requirements of magic." Dev looked surprised at himself. "I'm sorry sir, I don't know what came over me." He pondered what to do. He didn't know any other spells that he could hold in front of him, and that was the instructions. "I guess I have to try something less visable." He hoped this would work. He held out his hands. The swell of energy in his body rose to the surface and was nearly visable. Anyone with any sensitivity at all would be able to see the enormous aura of pure Mana swirling around him. An orb of this energy materialised in his hands hanging in midair. It slowly grew until it was three feet across. It would have been invisable to an untrained or normal human eye, but was clearly visable to anyone with any degree of magical prowess. He sighed inwardly. This felt way too much like showing off for his tastes.

[The Historian]

The Historian watched the globe build. He walked over to it, and without saying anything, poked his finger into the mana gathering. Immediately it began to deflate, and The Historian seemingly stood straighter, and was more alert.

Good. Thats, better. Now, since we've all got spells...

The Historian snapped his fingers, and the desks suddenly disappeared. Students went crashing to the floor, and the walls seemingly bulged outward, creating a very large field. The Historian now sat on a raised stand, like a...

Colisseum.

Hakfu, Lienn, Torm, and Winters, to the Left. Darah, Dev, Leon, to the other side. Its a little offbalanced, because of Dev here, but I think we can manage.

Now, I want you all to initiate one spell on the other... wait, a minute.

The Historian, merely looked at each of the people individually, and a green aura pulsed around them. It interweaved through their clothing, and through their bodies.

Now, the physical can't hurt you. Begin.

[Lienn~]

ahh! fwump! Lienn fell to the floor as the desks disappeared. Standing up, she gently rubbed her posterior to get rid of the stinging pain. What was with this class?! People falling over, throwing spells at the teacher, hidden agendas..okay so maybe she assumed the last one, but no doubt the historian had a hidden agenda..hence why they were going to stalk him.

Upon receiving their instructions, Lienn moved to the left of the now sparse room. There was like nothing here, what the hell was she supposed to use as ammo? Good job, old guy. Well at least she could still counter-control some of the other kids moves, like Leon's electricity, that could come in handy.

She faltered again as this green stuff began flowing around and through them, what was this? 'The physical can't hurt you,' But would it hinder them? They would soon find out as the Historian had just told them to fire on their fellow students..well if that isn't promoting inter-school violence..

[Leon]

Leon had barely been paying attention when his desk and chair disappeared and he fell to the floor, he lost concentration on the small ball of electricity and it went off into the air and was consumed into the air as energy from lack of concentration. The teacher told everyone where to go, so he did so. He was in the smaller group, but figured that wouldn't matter, until the orders to fire apon your fellow class mates was issued. Even after the green magic consumed evryone Leon was still not sertain on if he heard right, cast your spells apon those around you? Well thats what basicelly was said, so what was this magic for, the teacher said the physical would not harm you now, so the only way to test this, was to, well, cast a spell.

Leon closed his eyes and straightened out his arms to point straight down. The muscles in his right arm tensed up. His arm seemingly shaking from the stress being applied to it. His left hand went to the elbow of his right arm and held tight. Energy that began as blue magic had serged down his arm and turned into electricity. His cloths began to flail around as if a huge gust had hit them, electricity was shooting off of him all around the ground. He seemingly began to glow, and his face became hard and seemingly angry. As he drew up his arm it stayed stiff and appeared as if there was alot of resistance to it. Electricity jumping off his arm and body back and forth between the two, between his fingers. His hair spiked up as much as they could.

He pointed the arm at Dev. Energy began to be consumed into the now claw shaped palm, and formed into a blue ball of electricity. It became stronger, and bigger, until it was the size of a watermelon. Dev by now would of seen this. There was no way not to.

"RAH-KEN!"

The ball blasted out with speeds equiling that of a car on the highway. It would be hurling its way right for Dev, but as the teacher said, the physical could not hurt him, so did that mean the Rah-Ken magic would not effect him? Well everyone was about to find out.

[guardian]

leon said:

Leon had barely been paying attention when his desk and chair disappeared and he fell to the floor, he lost concentration on the small ball of electricity and it went off into the air and was consumed into the air as energy from lack of concentration. The teacher told everyone where to go, so he did so. He was in the smaller group, but figured that wouldn't matter, until the orders to fire apon your fellow class mates was issued. Even after the green magic consumed evryone Leon was still not sertain on if he heard right, cast your spells apon those around you? Well thats what basicelly was said, so what was this magic for, the teacher said the physical would not harm you now, so the only way to test this, was to, well, cast a spell.

Leon closed his eyes and straightened out his arms to point straight down. The muscles in his right arm tensed up. His arm seemingly shaking from the stress being applied to it. His left hand went to the elbow of his right arm and held tight. Energy that began as blue magic had serged down his arm and turned into electricity. His cloths began to flail around as if a huge gust had hit them, electricity was shooting off of him all around the ground. He seemingly began to glow, and his face became hard and seemingly angry. As he drew up his arm it stayed stiff and appeared as if there was alot of resistance to it. Electricity jumping off his arm and body back and forth between the two, between his fingers. His hair spiked up as much as they could.

He pointed the arm at Dev. Energy began to be consumed into the now claw shaped palm, and formed into a blue ball of electricity. It became stronger, and bigger, until it was the size of a watermelon. Dev by now would of seen this. There was no way not to.

"RAH-KEN!"

The ball blasted out with speeds equiling that of a car on the highway. It would be hurling its way right for Dev, but as the teacher said, the physical could not hurt him, so did that mean the Rah-Ken magic would not effect him? Well everyone was about to find out.

Dev was startled when the desks disappeared, to the point that he even reabsorbed his energy. He quickly paled as the instruction to attack each other was given out. "We're supposed to fight?" He turned in time to see Leon release his blast. "Ergh." On instinct he did a flip over the blast, his right hand inching towards the sword at his side before reaching out and sending the blast back to it's originator with a rush of his own Mana. "Too easy. Nice presentation though."

[Tormaigh MacRagallach]

Torm is confused. Were they supposed to be attacking the people across the room or on the same side? What to do, what to do, what to do... Torm is at a loss of what his move should be. I don't really want to fire a spell at any of these people...wouldn't want them to take it personally... He looks around at the other students, all alert, some seeming to be waiting to counter magic thrown their way. It's more likely than not that any spell I cast with a single target will be counter-acted to my disadvantage, so the other option is some area of effect or a wide-range encantment. Looking about, he notices that all the students standing on the sturdy floor of the classroom. Hmm...I've never tried this sort of thing, and it's not technically casting magic on the other students, but we'll give it a shot.

More tapping. The mp3-player switches over to track 33, a fast-paced tune. Closing his eyes and concentrating again, Torm crouches and places his hands on the floor and begins to weave. Wood and Earth for the floor itself, Water for liquid motion... A lattice of elemental strands begins to take form and spread out from Torm's location, almost like a strange, growing thatched rug, pulsing in time with the song, with his thoughts. Spirit for autonomy, Darkness for intent, Fire for strength... More threads appear and weave in and out of the expanding carpet, which begins to near the walls of the room.

The song quickens. Damn, it's too fast...I don't think I can keep up. Faster and faster, the pulsing and weaving goes, until suddenly, Torm falters a little. The weave begins to shrink back from the edges of the room as strands begin to flutter loose and vanish. Slightly panicky, Torm quickly cuts off the splitting ends and ties the weave off, finishing the spell prematurely. Torm huffs in irritation and remains crouched, realizing that he had broken into a sweat during the process. Damn...I meant to cover the whole floor, but I've only got about a 15-foot radius around myself. I tried to rush it...stupid, stupid. Still, I should practice this one for combat application sometime. No way I can use it yet; it takes too much uninterrupted time to cast. Within that radius, the spell seemed to be working. The floor would now rise up in tendrils and slabs in attempts to snare any hostiles in that area and to try blocking spells or objects heading horizontally towards Torm. He takes a step or two out towards the middle to make sure the circle follows, which it does, though a little sluggishly. Now fairly magic-exhausted, he glances towards the three other students standing within the radius. It's not attacking them now, but if they so much as try to aim or cast at me, it will respond, and until someone sets it off they probably won't have any idea what my spell does. he thinks, and prepares for evasion and defense. If we were supposed to attack across the room, it'll help defensively at least, and I just need to approach to go offensive. Now on full alert, Torm watches and waits.

[guardian]

Dev felt something weird in the energy of the room. "Huh? Since when was there a rug here?" It clicked, of course! "Leon, Darah! Get off the floor, someone enchanted the rug!" He used his mana to create a nook in the wall and jumped into it. He muttered slowly under his breath "Man, that's tricky. I'm not sure what it does, but there's some serious magic in that rug."

[Leon]

((OOC: Mite as well do this before you people hurt yourselves. there are two possible ways this magic causes us to be unharmed by the physical, we have been ghosted, or we have been magic berriered.))

Leons Rah-Ken, the most powerful spell in the arsenal he had and all that happened was it had been bounced back towards him, sweat had drenched him already from the strain it placed apon him to summon up the third of his strength to put into it. He was basicelly as weak as a child. He didn't have the speed nor the strength to get out of the way so what happened? Contact. He would of obsorbed it if it where not for the fact it was an unstable spell because Leon wanted to get it off quick. It hit and an explosion occured. Smoke and fire rose from the area where he was standing.

Now there was this part of Leon that people didn't understand. It only happens in life or deaths ituations, and you see, Leon truely believed he was going to die. His eyes where white and spurting electricity from them as he walked from the fire and smoke unharmed, not even a speck of dust apon him. A shadow loomed over his entire body making it appear as though he where a demon of some sorts from stories of hell. But yet once he was out of the fire his eyes turned to normel, and the shadow went away. Coming too his senses he sees the rug, and raises an eye brow. He looks to Torm who seems to be the center of this thing.

He points at the rug with that eye brow raised, and turned his head to the side, as if asking what it did. He didn't even look like he had just been hit with his own magic, let alone seem to even know what happened. He was acting very normel. The other guys excuse for getting off the ground Leon just kidna ignored since he had been standing on it for a while now. Or was it more within it?

[Lienn~]

Whoa, what the hell?!? One moment everyone was simply staring at eachother, the next it was total chaos. Comanding the air molecules around her, she created a dome to reflect the spasmodic electricity that seemed to be coming from a tripping Leon, what had happened to him?! And then there was Torm who had seemed like he was in a trance, and then had formed a strange rug-like spell that spooked Dev. Raising up off the floor to avoid the rug as well, just as a procaution, it almost looked like she as concealed in a bubble that hovered about 2 feet from the floor. She would remain this way until everything cooled down a bit. Sure, she was taking the defensive, but there wasn't much else she could do since the historian had taken away all the desks, leaving her ammo-less...unless...A grin formed on the girl's face as she was struck with an idea.

Placing her hands out in front of her, still in the bubble, she raised Torm's spell-rug so that it looked like a giant floating cobweb and propelled it at the other side of the room (Leon, Dev, Darah). Sorry guys, but the Historian was looking for offensive attacks, hence why he said to throw spells at people, and sitting in a bubble doing nothing was bound to get her failed. She had nothing against the three, well, Leon and Darah anyway, but she as sure that Torm's spell wasn't deadly...or at least she hoped not. It wouldn't be like him to try and kill his classmates.

[The Historian]

The Historian smiled when they had all immediately thrown themselves into instinctual fight or flight mechanics, but looked suprised when Leon turned on Dev.

NO. Fire at the opposing team!


(Attack the team across from you.)

[guardian]

historian said:

The Historian smiled when they had all immediately thrown themselves into instinctual fight or flight mechanics, but looked suprised when Leon turned on Dev.

NO. Fire at the opposing team!


(Attack the team across from you.)

(OOC:I got the point. It freaked me out too!Why did you fire at me, anyway?)

Dev began to focus. His eyes blurred and he spoke one word "Leon" the druid's joy sped out and healed Leon. "Better?" He yelled out.

[Leon]

((OOC: Um Leon is obliviouse to things. He was not givin' specific instructions, so that was the teachers fault. And heal Leon from what? He is not harmed by the physical remember?))

Ok so now the teacher tells him that these where teams, and that the attacks are meant to go to the opposite side, that seems a bit more information than he had at first givin' to him. Leon gave the teacher a 'Oh now you fucking tell me.' look. Leon had spent a lot of energy on that Rah-Ken and it was only obviouse, yet he took absolutely no damage from that explosion where the fire seemed to be dwindling to nothing. He felt a touch of magic apon himself, but it did nothing, it would help more if whatever the guy Dev was doing would be rejuvinative, instead of healing.

But this time Leon looked to Torm, yet his rug thing had been stolen from him and launched at us, ok thats odd, yet Leon did no motion to attack it, because he was unsure of what it did, and right now his magic was very preciouse as he had very little of it left. Whatever it was going to do Leon was going to find out soon, because it washeaded right for them and they where sure to cast some sort of magic apon it. He needed alittle rest, but soon enough he may have to play around with some of his spells just for fun. Ah leon had nothin' to lose, so he soon took himself a second closed his eyes, the rug had almost landed now, and Leon had crouched down. He had formed another of the charges around his arm, but this time it stretched from his elbow down to the tips of his fingers, it was briscling with electrical energy. He leaped at it as it came down, but his mouth said something right before impact, he had mixed his own spell with one the teacher himself had taught, and this was taking so much concentration.

'Infernos, Supportus, Magicos,
Indeferos, Metheros!'

His hand erupted in a blaze of fire and electricity as he aimed his hand like a claw at the rug, this would most likely activate it, and still Leon was draining himself for no apparent reason, other than the teachers pleasure as it would seem. Leon was using his charge magic, to consume the fire and draw it into his arm like the electricity, so instead of a ball he had a blazing arm along with the usuel electricity.

[guardian]

leon said:

((OOC: Um Leon is obliviouse to things. He was not givin' specific instructions, so that was the teachers fault. And heal Leon from what? He is not harmed by the physical remember?))

Ok so now the teacher tells him that these where teams, and that the attacks are meant to go to the opposite side, that seems a bit more information than he had at first givin' to him. Leon gave the teacher a 'Oh now you fucking tell me.' look. Leon had spent a lot of energy on that Rah-Ken and it was only obviouse, yet he took absolutely no damage from that explosion where the fire seemed to be dwindling to nothing. He felt a touch of magic apon himself, but it did nothing, it would help more if whatever the guy Dev was doing would be rejuvinative, instead of healing.

But this time Leon looked to Torm, yet his rug thing had been stolen from him and launched at us, ok thats odd, yet Leon did no motion to attack it, because he was unsure of what it did, and right now his magic was very preciouse as he had very little of it left. Whatever it was going to do Leon was going to find out soon, because it washeaded right for them and they where sure to cast some sort of magic apon it. He needed alittle rest, but soon enough he may have to play around with some of his spells just for fun. Ah leon had nothin' to lose, so he soon took himself a second closed his eyes, the rug had almost landed now, and Leon had crouched down. He had formed another of the charges around his arm, but this time it stretched from his elbow down to the tips of his fingers, it was briscling with electrical energy. He leaped at it as it came down, but his mouth said something right before impact, he had mixed his own spell with one the teacher himself had taught, and this was taking so much concentration.

'Infernos, Supportus, Magicos,
Indeferos, Metheros!'

His hand erupted in a blaze of fire and electricity as he aimed his hand like a claw at the rug, this would most likely activate it, and still Leon was draining himself for no apparent reason, other than the teachers pleasure as it would seem. Leon was using his charge magic, to consume the fire and draw it into his arm like the electricity, so instead of a ball he had a blazing arm along with the usuel electricity.

(OOC:Ummm...you didn't get that from his original post? And you stated he was short of energy. The healing spell refills energy. At least, that's what I believe it said...)

Dev sighed. "No way. I can't believe that a class turned into this!" He stared around from his nook, far away from all the spells and explosions, and took in the scene. His allies? Darah was just standing around, and Leon...Leon seemed, and this was just his oppinion, to be going insane with that energy boost. His enemies were doing slightly better, though his aquantance Hakfu seemed to be doing the same thing as Darah. Torm was definately pulling the whole "Defence" thing strongly. Dev decided it made sense that the rug would be primarily defencive too. Leon seemed to have claimed Torm as a target, though. Didn't seem likely to remain a defencive much longer. Lienn was using air particles to make a dome. The girl frankly scared Dev. The whole "more than it seems" had never been a good indicator in his life. The pilot of that plane had seem like just a pilot, hadn't he? That left Winters. Obviously military, he was likely highly trained in normal combat techniques. He was the same as Darah and Hakfu. Dev settled down. They had been ordered to use their powers on each other. He had used his powers already. The mana pulse that sent the lightening pulse back, and the Druid's joy were everything the Historian seemed to think were magic, at least, of what Dev knew. So, Dev waited for the others to get done. Secretly, he really didn't want this fight to go on.