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Message: <blockquote data-quote="wings" data-source="post: 1981319" data-attributes="member: 9628">Hadoken?Aerda takes the stairs two at a time, followed by his host of mirrored visages. Once in the downstairs room he steps back towards the wall until he can hear the soft droning hum he was making, checking for audibility. Finding it, the Aerda's lower their heads, a chorus of arcane chants as arcane fire starts to form in a nebulae over their heads. Each practiced downward swipe of his hand siphons more energy, singing it into shape, bringing it spiraling down his thin arm in orbs that caress his milky skin. He gathers them together and is for a moment both quiet and still- each image focused on the orc that has been ordered to kill the girl, a held breath, anyone who shoots a bow with proficiency can tell they are aiming. A final syllable completes the spell as his hand shoots forward, fingers outstretched- a lance of fire erupting from an emerald plate that forms before his hand, the slim, fast energy racing from each image to a single point, the orc, converging there and punching into him, even though only one bears true heat. Scorching Ray: Ranged touch attack- 15, 14 fire damage</blockquote>