Holding Storm's Edge: Lets Cook This Noodle

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Holding Storm's Edge: Lets Cook This Noodle

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"Up!" The Lightning Knight leading the exercises bellowed the word to the row of volunteers who had agrees to train with them. Among those volunteers was Mathias, breathing heavily as he pushed himself up off of the ground using the strength of his arms and core. "Mathias! Back straight!" The Knight yelled and Mathias clenched his core. This was awful. He hated this. Why couldn't he just go back to the forge and get strong that way? Because it was taking him too long that way. "Down!" Mathias's arms shook as he slowly lowered his frame back to a few inches from the ground. They felt wobbly. "Up!" Mathias pushed against the earth, his spark telling him the full composition of the rocks as he did so. Mathias thought that it would distract him but the minute call of ether to identify the earth had actually been more taxing than the push up alone was. Mathias made it back up, this time, and was about to enjoy the moment rest at the top when suddenly, "Down!"

Mathias lowered back to the ground. Have Vega ever had to do this? What was it like? "Up!" Now his arms were trembling and Mathias rose much slower than the other volunteers beside him. He looked to his sides to see if anyone was struggling as much as him and was pleased to find many of the volunteers had stopped... but not the farmer Mathias had spoken with briefly on the way to Storm's Edge.Aw Untold no! You're better than the farmer! Keep going! "Down!" Mathias lowered himself back to the ground with such a heavy breath out it seemed like Mathias was trying to put out a candle. His arms were on fire, his elbows ached, and the rhythm continued. "Up!" Mathias couldn't do it, not this time. His arms buckled and Mathias rolled onto his back. "I'm out. I quit. Let's do something else."

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The watcher made no attempt to hide himself. He wasn't a lurker in the shadows anymore, save mayhap for when it was his turn for the night watch. Then he preferred to gaze out into the Wastes from the safety of a nice, thick patch of gloom. Just in case that would be the night their enemy would decide to start picking off sentries from afar. But that morning?

Kasoria munched on the remainder of his breakfast, a loaf of wheat bread washing down a bowl of porridge, and watched the volunteers. They were getting fitter, stronger, muscles toned and flabby guts being burned away by sweat and strain. But his eyes were not for the class as a whole. Just the boy at one end, sweating and grunting more... almost comically so.

Fucking kids these trials. We did this for a warm up in the Academy, for fuck's sake.

"I'm out. I quit. Let's do something else."

"Like buggerin' fuck yeh are..."

Kasoria studied the boy as he walked around the courtyard towards him. That was the problem with most mages: they were greased fucking hells with ether and magic, but when it came to more corporeal power, they always seemed to lack. Of course, Mathias had his bow, his speed and skill with that length of yew, and a growing proficiency with blades... but he still lacked the sheer strength and stamina to use them properly. Kasoria's fingers flexed and a shiver of ether ran through them. Quivered under skin turned callused as old leather after decades of murder, sometimes with naught but his own body as the weapon.

That wasn't why he was watching, though. He had to pick his moment that trial. A mere handful of trials before, he'd seen that boy shoot fire from his hand. Well... not exactly. He'd seen Mathias form a javelin of crackling blue ether and hurl it like some ancient god of storms. More magic than he knew the boy had, despite the word around the campfires. That alone was interesting... but then, Kasoria had kept up with his reading. Something in his tome of Transmutation about "Ether Missiles". How they were created. What they looked like. How they were used.

Transmutor, Kasoria thought, echoing the word he'd spoken when he'd frowned over the parchment and put it together in his head. That's what you've bent your Spark to, boy.

"Dat really all yeh've god in yeh?" The Eztori growled as he paused, looking straight down at the youth sprawled before him. "Few fuckin' push ups an' a "please sir, I quit!". Pah!" He spat a nasty chunk of yeast to the side and shook his head. "C'mon. Back in line an' back t the fuckin' grind. Ain't gonna get stronger by actin' weak."

Kasoria turned away, catching the brief wink of thanks from the Knight leading the lesson. As if he were a part of them. As if the Raggedy Man of Etzos was some friend and comrade to the Knights of Storm's Edge.

He winked back. Damn him.
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Oh shit, it's Karim. An all too familiar thought passed through Mathias' mind when he heard Karim shout out in response to his quitting. Fuck you, you do pushups. He raged back in his thoughts but he didn't say it. A few pushups? Mathias had been at this for breaks... granted he'd only been doing those pushups for a few bits. He had a lot more leg strength than arm strength due to all the lifting around the forge. "I didn't say please." Mathias decided. Not the best response but he certainly wasn't asking permission to stop. "I'd rather come at you with a sword again than sit here doing more-" Mathias caught himself quickly and began moving back in line.

"Nope, nevermind. I didn't mean that." Mathias quickly course corrected but found there was no line left to fall into. The farmer was the only one still doing the pushups. The rest had quit before Mathias though they all seemed adequately intimidated by Karim so they were scrambling to get in line again as well. Damn. Intimidation was effective. Mathias didn't get back into a pushup position though. He turned to Karim, with an look of expectation. He wanted to tell Karim to get down and to the pushups with them but knew there would be no point. Karim hadn't been doing the workout trills ago, he wouldn't be nearly as sore as Mathias was becoming... maybe he had better odds with another sword spar... Mathias looked at the ground and then back to Karim. His arms were sore... he'd certainly lose... but at least he wouldn't have to do more pushups. He could handle a few smacks. "Actually, I take it back. Swords?"

And Mathias walked away from the pushup line. The Knight leading the exercise gave Mathias a sour look but Mathias was a volunteer. He could as he damn well pleased. Mathias crossed the training grounds to one of the weapon racks and grabbed a training sword. He hadn't heard Karim's response yet but he had a lot of doubt the man would refuse an opportunity to show up the boy who'd lied to him about payment... not that Mathias saw it as a lie. He'd lead Karim on sure but he never exactly said the words 'You'll get paid.' Not that the difference really mattered with the Flameborn after you.


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"I'd rather come at you with a sword again than sit here doing more-"

Kasoria cocked an eyebrow as the boy's petulant words cut off sharply. Oh, was he going to finish? Within earshot of the Knight? That would be amusing. Kasoria knew he was feared among the recruits for his grueling training habits, his punishments, what he demanded of them... but the Knights were no slouches when it came to discipline. Not just that, but respect. Mathias showing any lack of it to them in person would be handled... roughly.

But not unfairly.

"Nope, nevermind. I didn't mean that."

"Clever boy."

Mathias, apparently, knew better than to overplay his hand. The instructor rolled his eyes briefly at Kasoria as the boy slunk away, body moving stiff and tired. Kasoria shrugged one shoulder, one elder's exasperation reflected in his own. Soon the Knight's attention was back with his students, already forgetting about the disappointing distraction of Mathias. But the boy still had some fire left in him.

"Actually, I take it back. Swords?"

The Raggedy Man - as no-one here called him - studied Mathias for a few more moments. The training sword trembled slightly in his guard, which was lower than it should be. He was tired. His muscles and tendons needed rest. But he'd been called out, his manhood slighted, and now he felt some desire to reclaim it. Kasoria snorted. As if one could reclaim something like that. But still... he saw an opportunity here. He walked slowly over to the boy, and looked him up and down. Then, with a single, smoother gesture, he drew his gladius-

CLANG

-and dropped it on the ground in front of him.

"F'n I'm not gonna get paid fer me troubles," he said as he walked away, hands sliding to different weapons. "An' thanks to youse, I'm stuck here even knowin' that's the case," metal slid on leather, two blades, but seeming like one sound "youse can at least gimme some fuckin' sport when it comes to be trainin'."

Hands now filled with his dagger and karambit, brutal, underhanded weapons of the brawler and assassin, not the noble Knight, Kasoria gestured to Shadow Slayer.

"Use dat, an' go at half-speed, like I showed yeh. Don't want a fuckin' novice like youse cuttin' me head off on accident."

Without waiting for an answer, the little man settled into a defensive posture. Dagger held in reverse, up front and low, with the karambit jutting out from a gnarled fist, chambered close to his ear.

"On yeh come, boy."
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CLANG

Kasoria's sword sat on the ground in front of the archer now. Mathias didn't like how casually Kasoria changed his weapons and had already come up with a way to give the man the sport he wanted. Mathias had learned a lot since he arrived at Storm's Edge. Kasoria's words seeped with blame and venom. So... he wasn't over that whole little fib... damn. Something about what Kasoria said made Mathias grin a little though. He didn't want a novice like Mathias to cut off his head on accident? So it was a possibility? In Mathias's hand, the training sword could become as sharp as- oh this was not an opportunity to be missed.

Mathias put the training sword back on the rack and picked up Kasoria's sword from the ground. He immediately let his transmutation spark go to work identifying the metals that made the blade what it was. The handle was ivory and the blade adamantite. Mathias found the blade more interesting than the handle but he commit them both to his spark regardless. The strength of adamantite and the color and feel of ivory. Not long ago those materials would have been beyond Mathias's understanding. He'd have had to focus only on one, but he was stronger in his magic now than he'd ever been. Mathias shifted the sword his hand slightly, the weight not exactly what the training sword's weight had been. His hand traced down the blade for a moment before accidentally slicing his hand. It wasn't deep, but it was enough. The shock settled into knowledge. The sharpness of an adamantite blade. This was a marvelously made weapon and Mathias could feel there was something more to it... but he couldn't figure out what. He'd settle with his bounty of qualities, if he'd searched any deeper, Kasoria might have thought he meant to sleep with the blade.

Mathias gestured for Kasoria to give him a moment and began to pull off his boots. He did not explain why he was doing it. He didn't even act as if it was an odd thing to have done when he rose to his feet again. Mathias just took them off. Then he leveled Kasoria's sword at him. He wanted some sport... he'd have it.

Mathias focused on his ether as he slowly advanced towards Kasoria. Half-speed was the perfect cover for his slow advance. The perfect reason and Kasoria had fed it to him. A pathway was established between the flesh of a transmuter and the material they meant to transmute. Mathias had always used his hands... but he had aching to find out if it had to be his hands. Mathias pushed a thought into the ground, into the ether creating the unseen path, and he thrust the sword at Kasoria while a stone hand rose from the ground to grab Kasoria's leg.
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You can feel it, can't you? You're studying it right now...

Mathias studied the blade, and Kasoria studied Mathias. It was hard to miss that look of curious wonder on the boy's face. His hands flexed around the hilt of the blade, and there was more in his gaze than a simple appreciation of lines and sharpness. Kasoria cocked his head to side. Ah. He knew that expression. When he found the note, the song, the taste and smell and essence of a new magic through his Abrogation, he wore that same look. It was one of education, and revelation. To know there was more than things of dead matter in your hands or around your form.

So now you know.

The boy didn't rush. Kasoria could appreciate that, too. He'd been bounced around enough times by the older man, and he was taking his time. Yet still, when the time came, he surprised the Raggedy Man. He'd expected the Transmutor to use his ether to study Shadow Slayer; that was why he'd given the boy the blade in the first place. So he could confirm his suspicions. But to use it in the duel itself? How underhanded. How ignoble.

Good thinking, brat.

"The fu-"

Kasoria didn't have time to finish the curse before he was forced to move. His feet were planted and ready before Mathias' thrust; now one of them was held in place by a gauntlet-sized fist of rough grey stone. He flashed a look down and his mind rushed with useless thoughts and hopeless plans and-

-his dagger jerked across himself and with a CLANG the blades met and-

Fuck me, is that what it's like?

Lightning. That's what it was like. Not the feel or crackling impact of it, but the brightness. Only your eyes were an inch away from the arcing, flashing glare. For an instant Kasoria couldn't see a thing. The enchantment on Slayer was strong, and knew no true master. Well... that enchantment. He doubted the boy would work out the other one so easily. But the passive magic of the weapon, that blinding flash of light that afflicted the wielder's enemy whenever weapon met weapon... Mathias would have that for the fight.

Kasoria would think about all this later. Right now, he moved-

-echo of the dagger meeting the blade still ringing, pushing the sword up and away from the thrust aimed at his chest, eyes still spotty and hazy-

-lashing out with his other foot at the place Mathias had been before he went briefly blind-

-rewarded with the thump of his foot slamming into the boy's stomach. Mathias went stumbling back and Kasoria breathed in deep, sending a mental command that became a screaming shriek of outrage in the beast-mind of his Spark-

-Mathias would see ether oozing and pouring out of his left forearm like melting ice and thick white smoke. Drifting and coiling across that half of his limb, formed into a rude barrier by his mind until he grunted and with a snap of displaced air, the ether construct hardened into a shimmering shield of magic. No-one was paying attention to the Knight, now. There was two mages a-sparring. But instead of launching his next attack, Kasoria... smiled.

"Clever lad," he murmured, then dropped his dagger without so much as another word. "m'actually fuckin' impressed."

That's one.

"Transmutation... aye? Always wondered... what that'd feel like..."

He summoned his Spark again, and this time, Mathias would feel it. As the Abrogant willed his magic to caress the strange, alien ether in the creation Mathias had used to hold him in place, the young archer would feel that cloying caress of another mage's magic pressing against his own. Kasoria didn't need to press his empty palm against the stone fist to know. Just like he didn't need to throw out his arm or even clench his fist to cast a Barrier or Shield. He simply gave the order to his Spark, and his ether coiled out of his leg like smoke and drifted into Mathias' construct.

Now Kasoria wore that same mask of concentration, studying and mentally filing away the "taste" of Transmutation in the banks of his memory. So that when he was faced with it again, his Spark would know it better... and react even faster.

And this is two.

Kasoria growled and that pulse of Spark became a river. He locked eyes with Mathias, still holding his sword, and could imagine what the boy was feeling. This was how he'd been trained and inducted, after all. One mage assaulting another. Taught not to wrestle with ether, like tendrils of smoke lashing against each other... but tracking the magic back to the Spark, like rivers back to the mountains, and cutting the flow of them there.

Mathias would feel Kasoria's ether racing through the path left by his own, like pathogens racing through an artery. Not fighting it, not warring with it, but chasing the ether from the stone to the ground to-

There.

"I feel yer Spark, boy," Kasoria said, voice barely above a whisper, expression more reptilian than mammal, more raptor than human. "An' if yer gonna insist on usin' magic, well-"

Kasoria's Spark howled in fierce, savage joy, a reflection of its host and master, as the Raggedy Man ordered it to assault Mathias' magic at its source: his Spark. Within a trill the young mage would feel the invasion of his flesh through his ether, as the ravenous Kasoria-Spark launched itself at his own, lessening them severing the connection to the stone hand and making it fall apart into pebbles around the Raggedy Man's foot.

"Y'had two advantages, boy," Kasoria said, voice hard and losing its mocking edge. "Me sword, an' yer magic. Now yeh won't get a chance t'use the charm on the first, an' the second, well... feel free t'try." Again, that smile. Oh yes, he wanted to see more. Wanted to know what he would be capable of, some day. "Again."
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All and all... that hadn't gone so bad.

It became uncomfortably clear to Mathias, when he turned his attention from the sword to Kasoria, that Kasoria had been examining him just as intently as Mathias had been examining the sword. What was he learning? What did he need to watch Mathias to learn? Mathias didn't think on it. He had to strike... and he did... and there was fallout. Mathias hadn't known about the enchantment but damn was he glad he attacked Kas with his own sword. Mathias noticed the moment Kasoria was blinded by the light. He didn't notice the light, just Kasoria's reaction. He thought to move on him but his body was not where it needed to be.

Kasoria's dagger had parried the blade and Mathias's sore arm slipped to the side a lot further than it should have because of the impact. The same burn in his muscles made him to slow to turn his momentum and slash with the blade. Instead he was met with a boot. The boot sent a dull thud through Mathias's body that pushed his air from his lungs and knocks the archer to the ground. Mathias rolled on his back for a trill too many, gasping for air while Kasoria's sight returned. Then he got back on his feet. This wasn't over. He knew that. One exchange was just that, one. The beginning.

Half-speed... Immortals that was going to become his new favorite training state. He watched Kasoria's shield manifest with interest but not nearly as much interest as Kasoria watched Mathias work. He'd seen the shield before. It was like an ether-bolt only more stable... or something. He didn't quite understand the magic but it was certainly proving to be interesting. Mathias couldn't focus on that though. He needed to figure out his next move. Kasoria would be expecting the ground to betray him this time... so how did Mathias keep it fresh?

Mathias took a few deep breaths while Kasoria talked. He couldn't claim to have been listening closely but he was listening... and planning. He was a creative little bastard when he had the time to think... but that was when the overstepping became more clear. Blood began to slowly drip down from Mathias's nose and he- too focused on the challenge before, just wiped the blood away. Spontaneous bleeding, not pain... the pain came a few trills later. An uncomfortable cramp in Mathias's foot. He tried to hide it but the pain grew worse and his eyes widened too much to conceal. He gestured, indicating he'd need a second, and tapped his foot on the ground a few times as if trying to beat the cramping pain from it.

It was only getting worse. The lesson of the trial, you may be able to form a pathway with your foot, but that does not mean you can utilize shapecraft through it... without the spark striking back. Mathias moved forward, too eagerly now because he was trying to move faster than the pain spreading up his leg. He stepped towards Kasoria and as soon as his weight settled on his left leg Mathias's face twisted in obvious pain. Had Kasoria done this to him with whatever magic he used to break the path? No this pain was too familiar. He's felt this pain in his hand after throwing too many ether bolts. He knew this pain. Overstepping.

Mathias stopped his advance and turned off to the side, limping as he came around in a circle. "One trill." Mathias requested again as he moved. He wiped the blood dripping from his nose again and came around to Kasoria in a ready stance once again. He didn't want to explain what was going wrong to Kasoria. First he'd been sore from the pushups and now his leg felt like it had been stabbed repeatedly and his nose kept bleeding. He was no longer having a good time... but he wasn't going to quit after one move.

Mathias gestured to Kasoria to ready himself when the archer finally thought he might be prepared... but he limped as he advanced and this time he swiped. He knew the other swordsman would be fast, but he couldn't think anymore, the pain in his leg and the soreness in his arms had robbed him of his intelligence... for the moment. He expected he'd be kicked or knocked to the ground at some point in Kasoria's retort and if that moment came, he'd make a new pathway with his hands when they braced on the ground. This time rather than conjure a fist, Mathias would simply try to make the ground beneath Kasoria roll to knock him over. But that was only if Mathias fell to the ground after his unremarkable advance.

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I should have done this a long time ago.

There was always something left to learn. Age and experience brought prowess and, yes, pride. But it should never trick the soul into thinking there were no more challenges to overcome. That was the trap of vanity and sloth. Kasoria had never fought against his own weapon. He'd never had to adapt and overcome the blinding flash that Shadow Slayer burst out with every impact. Then again, nor had he ever matched his muscle and Spark against Transmutation. One challenge had been expected and planned for. The other...

Must be a right cunt to fight against, he thought with grim humor.

"One trill."

No fresh onslaught came, however. Now new clutch of thrusts or slashes for him to deal with. He frowned as the boy stepped away from their duel and wiped the blood dripping from his nose. Although "limped" would be a more accurate description. Limping, wounded, already bleeding from the nose... Overstepping. Kasoria knew well the symptoms of that; memories of the feats he'd accomplished in Rhakros and the bloody toll reaped on his body came to him on rare, unwelcome nights. But a single cast, and already the boy's Spark was rebelling? Had he underestimated how powerful the young mage was?

It doesn't matter, he reminded himself. Thoughts cold and pragmatic now, focusing on the broader plan. He just needs to b strong enough.

Tough little turd that he was, Mathias didn't know when to quit. Kasoria wouldn't have chided him for sitting out the rest of the spar, but after only a few trills, he was back in front of him. That was a mistake. The lunge, the swing, the footwork, the timing... all of it was a mess. Every movement betraying a body weakened and a mind distracted. Yet still, there was Shadow Slayer to consider. He'd withdrawn his tendrils of ether from Mathias as soon as the rock fist had fallen apart. Demonstrating his magic, using it practically, getting the taste and feel of both Transmutation and Mathias' own Spark... those were his objectives. The rest of this would be settled somewhat traditionally-

CRACK

Apart from the magic glowing shield, of course.

He could have swayed away from the gladius, instead of blocking it. But instead, he wanted to match himself with his sword. Just as his arm snappedup to meet the swinging blade, he closed his eyes-

-felt that flash of light seem to invade his eyelids as the impact rumbled across his forearm-

-pushing up and away at the same time, Shield angled to send Shadow Slayer high and away from him, exposing Mathias' open chest-

-opening his eyes a half-trill later, seeing a splotchy, blotchy, blackened figure in front of him and bursting forward-

-leading with his karambit-

-but not the blade. He could have disemboweled or hewed open the boy's chest down to the lungs and heart. But he didn't. Sparring, after all. Instead, he punched out at the boy, using the ring-guard of the curved little blade as a sort of brass knuckle. Brutally augmented, the blow slammed into Mathias' chest and expertly knocked the wind out of him, bruising but not breaking anything. He fell back, staggering, stumbling, leg not obeying him and in a blink, he as on his back. Kasoria sighed and shook his head.

"Tryna' prove summin'? Even whenyer o'er-step-"

The words died on his throat as the world shook. For a weird, comical couple of trills, his deathly face was a picture of confusion. Was it an earthquake? Some more burrowing monsters? An unexplored geyser? Then he saw Mathias' hands pressed to the ground and looked down to see the stone and dirt under his feet roiling like frothing surf in a storm and as he went to move back-

"Shite-!"

-joined Mathia on the ground, opposite him. Only dfference was, he still had the strength and wherewithal to turn his backward fall into a roll that saw him back to his feet after a sloppy start. Shield dissipating into nothing as his focus was ruined, karambit still grasped, Kasoria scowled at the boy from one knee... then let out a thin chuckle.

"S'pose I deserved dat. Dun' 'elp t'be cocky. n'matter 'ow old y'are."
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Mathias was pushing himself back up to a kneeling position by Kasoria's last words to him. The little knife Kas was swinging packed quite a punch when you used the guard. His hand instinctively rubbed at the spot on his chest where he'd been struck. Kas was damn fast. Mathias knew standing was not going to be easy. He could feel that the pain had begun to radiate up his leg... but he was going to stand up. All the pain was worth it to see that moment of confusion before the earth turned against Kasoria.

"I shouldn't have used my foot. The magic isn't meant to work that way." Mathias explained as he took a few breaths. "" Two exchanges and twice now his breath had been knocked from him... but twice now he'd also surprised Kasoria in some way. The stubborn archer would have to call that a win. It was certainly better than doing pushups. When the ether flowed through his hand it seemed to flow much easier and there was no new pain that came with it... but there was an explosion.

Mathias felt the pulse leave his hand and his eyes widened. "Karim, move!" Mathias shouted. He tried to sever the pathway before the overstepping could reach Kasoria but it was not the nature of a spark to be denied it's price. He'd experienced this on a smaller scale a few times before... but this was worse. Ether explosion. An unfortunate side effect of overstepping. The ground between Mathias and Kasoria would crackle and pop with small blasts of ether, rippling quickly towards Kasoria who was still kneeling near the earth Mathias had manipulated.

When the blast reached the end of the path it would stop without any spectacular boom but it did ripple all the same. Mathias held up his hands, making sure to keep them off the ground. "Sorry. I think that's enough magic for the trial."
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“The archer is the true weapon; the bow is just a long piece of wood.”
~ Sebastien de Castell
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Re: Holding Storm's Edge: Lets Cook This Noodle

"I shouldn't have used my foot. The magic isn't meant to work that way."

Kasoria cocked an eyebrow and digested this. There was no trace of concern on his face, though he admitted to feeling a tremor of it at the sight of the boy. Clearly he was no yet at the level of skill he'd thought. He supposed he should go over, help him up, try and administer aid... but he'd been laid low before by underestimating Mathias. Only moments before, in fact. So instead the Raggedy Man stayed where he was, watching, listening... preparing-

-learning, as he saw the quicksilver veins on the mage's hand pulse and quiver and then burst-

"Karim, move!"

This time, he was ready... or at least, he had an idea of what to expect. The feel of it, anyway. The ground rippled and churned around Mathias again, only there seemed to be less control, less direction to it this time. The shimmering, shaking land burst forwards and about from him, as if the kneeling mage were the rock tossed into a pond. Kasoria flung out his empty hand as the shaking ground rumbled towards him, drawing from his awakened Spark and casting a cone of his own etheric power around and in front of him-

The air sizzled and hummed, shook and blinked as two Sparks met. To the watching crowd, it looked like an arrowhead facing Mathias, with "Karim" snug in the inversion. Protected front and side, his back exposed... but that didn't seem to matter. The reactive field was imbued with his knowledge, his feel, his understanding of the Transmutation energies deployed by Mathias (willingly or otherwise). They were... tuned, as it were, to specifically negate that form of magic. Wild or not, controlled or otherwise, the explosion of ether crashed against the field like raging water against stone... with about as much effect.

The ground under Kasoria remained firm. The field was not just cast above ground, but below it. Around him the stones cracked and the dirt churned and spat into the air. But before and to his flanks, the ground remained undisturbed. A moment later the Overstepping episode was over. He looked over his shoulder and saw the ripples wear themselves out, magical ether having its own entropy, like anything else. He looked back to Mathias, lowering his hand and slowly dispelling the field he'd crafted.

"Sorry. I think that's enough magic for the trial."

"Think yer right, boy..."

Now he walked over, and offered an hand to the boy... after stowing his karambit, of course. Whether Mathias wanted to be proud and hobble on, or be smart and accept the help, that was up to him. Either way, Kasoria's black eyes wouldn't leave his face. Once they were squatted against the wall, a cup of cold water in their hands, the real object of the morning would begin.
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