trans_9 | This is the Neo-Swedish engineers' fault, okay

Allenby rocked back and forth on her heels, frowning at the Great Wall for a couple of reasons. One, apparently the Daligig or whoever had yanked out a big chunk of the Great Wall (or one of them, given how many Earths there were) and slapped it into the City like a cheap bookcase. She wasn't big on cultural heritage preservation, but sheesh.

The second reason was that she was thinking. Next to her feet was a bag of toys: jacks, a gymnast's ribbon, a kite, spinning tops, and a few superballs. Believe or not, she was going to use these to develop a new specialty technique--just as soon as she figured out where to begin.

"Man, Nobel Gundam... I knew I shoulda asked Chibodee and George what they did to figure out theirs." She winced when she caught herself talking to her Gundam yet again, and she wasn't even in the Hangar this time... oh well. Allenby picked up the ribbon and began running, executing a technique she already knew well from piloting.

[ooc: So anyone in the Water Cooler post who wanted to do sparring/training stuff, this would be a good place to do it! :3 Or anyone else who'd like to pop in, of course.]

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Allenby wondered if it was wise to let Maridian do... whatever the hell it was he was doing, but she was too curious to try attacking while he was spellcasting. Anyway it'd be kind of a dirty trick to do so while he was distracted.

She'd expected him to rush forward with that dripping blade--goddamn--but he just held up a hand instead. Allenby looked around, puzzled, and then saw what was above her head.

"Whoa!" She reacted instinctively and proooobably unwisely, leaping straight up to try and punch the thing back. Idiot, it's energy, hit it with the Hula Hoop! But it was too late now.

Touching it was enough to trigger its holy damage - the spell cannot be parried! And its explosion seemed to infuse Mar with energy -- no sooner did the hammer lash out at her than he raced forward at startling speed, weapon raised and glowing with holy energy as he struck out at her with it.

Wow, yeah, that had been dumb. Allenby blinked huge white spots out of her vision as the spell's energy seemed to wallop every cell she had.

The glow of Maridian's weapon almost blended in with the stars she was seeing, but instinct managed to propel her to the side just before it hit--a pretty clumsy dodge that ended with a tumble across the floor, but hey, she wasn't in two pieces.

He lashed out with his sword again, though this time the blade didn't shine with holy energy (though it still gave the impression of dripping blood.)

No sooner did the swing complete then he released his right hand's grip on the sword, snapping it up, palm forward and fingers spread. With just a momentary effort of will, he let holy energy blossom from a spark to a conflagration inside her as if to burn her away.

With holy might surging through him to redouble the effect of the blast, even he had to wince a little at what he'd just unleashed on the poor girl. But she'd asked for it!

Yeah, yeah she had. Allenby tried to remind herself of that, but her thoughts were pretty scrambled. Kind of like eggs. She was able to roll away from the strike with the sword--still in one piece!--and theeeen the next spell hit her.

"AUUUUUUGH!"

Oh god her liver was on fire she knew it.

Uh-oh.

He was trying to spar her, not kill her, so he backed off, lowering his sword. "Uh, you okay?"

"Haaaaa." Allenby shook her head hard in an effort to clear it, down on her hands and knees with her fists clenched so tight she might have cut her hands, if not for her gloves.

"What the hell was that?" she managed after a moment.

"Exorcism," Mar said, even as he gathered holy power in his hands. "A paladin's magic grows more powerful as his strength does, not his his mind, and with the proper training we can learn to cast that spell instantly and more powerfully in the middle of combat, if conditions are right."

He lifted his hands, invoking a healing light over Allenby. No sooner did it fade than he cast another one.

"Oh." Allenby flinched away from the light at first until she realized it was cooling the pious burning sensation in her innards. Haha... she had not been expecting that.

"I like this spell better," she said with a weak chuckle when he cast the second spell.

"Sorry, I might have gotten a little carried away there. It's rarely a good idea to not hit something as hard and fast as you can. And that WAS a little bit of luck on my part, I admit!"

One more for good measure. Then he dug up a waterskin he'd filled with something from the tavern and leaned against a nearby wall to slam it back.

"Well I'm the one who said to show me what you got, and you sure did." Allenby still wore a grin as she got to her feet. She rocked back and forth on her heels, swung her arms, and took a deep breath--everything seemed back to normal.

"You magic users sure can pack a punch, can'tcha?"

"Well, being a paladin means that my magic's strength grows with mine. Most of what I do comes from the sword, but holy magic is one of the nastiest to get hit with. Impossible to resist, you know!"

He shoved the empty waterskin back in his pouch. "Of course, you don't have any armor or weapons, so that does put you at a disadvantage, too."

This is the Neo-Swedish engineers' fault, okay

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