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- Scum. No way in hell that was happening to my apprentice.
- I hadn’t yet tried any true evocation magic, the fast-and-dirty side of violent wizardry, but I thought I had the basic concept down. So I tuned in to a memory of a particularly powerful evocation, when I had blown a rampaging loup-garou straight through the brick wall of one building and entirely through the building across the street. I left out all the details except for the energy blast itself, vanished, and reappeared in front of the oncoming servitors, and snarled, “Fuego!”
- A blast of flame and raw kinetic force exploded from my outflung right hand. It hit the front of the enemy formation like a blazing locomotive—
- —and washed completely through them, having no effect whatsoever. I didn’t even ruffle their clothes.
- “Oh, come on!” I shouted. “That is just not fair!”
- I still couldn’t act, couldn’t touch, couldn’t help.
- Ghost Story Chapter 22, Page 242-243
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