I will still be here, stargazing
Iskra thuds against the nearby wall, having missed his tackle, and is subsequently sprayed with a shower of snow that leaves a cold sting on his cheek. He grunts as he rises, dusting himself off and backpedaling away from the elemental onslaughts that go whizzing past. Not for the first time, Iskra regards the magical menace and the arcane tricks of his peers, feeling helpless as his own fingertips offer no lull into such skills. He can make some fire dance, but he figures the snow won't be much impressed by such parlor tricks.
It rises above him, and Iskra grabs for the only good tool he has, even if it feels useless at this moment. His axe grins in his hand, the metal glinting with the light. He hurls it at the snow, but also aims it with Hotaru's lightning, hoping to infuse the two into a stronger attack, his axe a ready conduit.
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Iskra throws his axe at the snow and aims to have it join Hotaru's lightning to make it stronger.
It rises above him, and Iskra grabs for the only good tool he has, even if it feels useless at this moment. His axe grins in his hand, the metal glinting with the light. He hurls it at the snow, but also aims it with Hotaru's lightning, hoping to infuse the two into a stronger attack, his axe a ready conduit.
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Iskra throws his axe at the snow and aims to have it join Hotaru's lightning to make it stronger.
Iskra
