Deep breaths. Sasuke doing his magic first is a good way to steady himself. He's not sure why he's suddenly so anxious, except that he has other people to worry about now. It's not just his own neck he's risking. It's others'.
But as the wind picks up, he knows it's time.
What comes out does not sound at all like the nervous Argonian. Not at all. It sounds more ragged, rough, and ancient. Something deep and strong. A rock becoming an ancient mountain, or a trickle of water becoming a river. Someone, something, else speaking though the Argonian's throat, calling down a magic deep as blood and bone.
"π±π... πΆπππ π―πππ!"
Ice billows out. Not from Melius' jaws, but from the words themselves. As if the very ripples they make in the air give life to the frost spell, pushed outward and forward by Sasuke's winds. Power is in the words, in the Voice speaking them. And for that moment, the alchemist is something more. Not Argonian, not mortal.
Dovah. And if he wished it, those words could rip the life itself from mortal man.
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But as the wind picks up, he knows it's time.
What comes out does not sound at all like the nervous Argonian. Not at all. It sounds more ragged, rough, and ancient. Something deep and strong. A rock becoming an ancient mountain, or a trickle of water becoming a river. Someone, something, else speaking though the Argonian's throat, calling down a magic deep as blood and bone.
"π±π... πΆπππ π―πππ!"
Ice billows out. Not from Melius' jaws, but from the words themselves. As if the very ripples they make in the air give life to the frost spell, pushed outward and forward by Sasuke's winds. Power is in the words, in the Voice speaking them. And for that moment, the alchemist is something more. Not Argonian, not mortal.
Dovah. And if he wished it, those words could rip the life itself from mortal man.