[Magnus, finally on time to meet the new arrivals at the Colosseum for fucking once in his life, can recognize magic when it's cast. From a year of fighting alongside Taako and Merle, there's a certain quality of sound and a pressure in the air that can be heard or felt with every spell that he's come to recognize easily. It helps when he's in the thick of battle, to recognize what the other two are doing while he's on the front lines quickly, and to make sure he doesn't get in the way while he's up close and personal with some monsters.
Magic Circle isn't a spell Magnus is particularly familiar with, but the telltale sound of magic captures his attention instantly as he looks around the arena. And a woman of the Director's stature, skin tone, and hair color happens to be standing within the summoned translucent cylinder.
From this distance, he doesn't see that she's much younger than he remembers.
He falters for a second, the instant relief he feels upon seeing someone familiar suddenly overtaken by his most recent memories regarding her. He was kind of in the middle of working against her. He abandoned her cause for Barry's, lied to her, worked with the one she claimed was the enemy...
He knows she's been lying to him. He's not sure about what. But maybe that's not so important right now?
A mechanical crab scuttles toward her magic barrier and he takes advantage of its distraction from him to stab it in the back with the huge jousting lance he is currently wielding. He, um, rolls very badly despite having advantage and the metal clangs as the lance is bounced off at a poor angle.
The crab's attention turns to him, and he rushes its side as it turns, and this time he has better luck. His lance jabs between its legs toward its underbelly, piercing the rusty flesh hard. It screeches and sparks and shudders, trying to fight back but already weak. It smacks him in the face with a leg as it falls onto the ground, and he yelps, jerking away and losing grip of the lance.
Still, it's pretty dead. That was a very good roll, okay.
Magnus rubs his temple where it hit him and puts his other hand on his hip, turning back to Lucretia.]
Uh, hey. Noticed you had a crabs problem!
[He grins like an idiot, because there is no other way to grin after a joke like that.]
crab battle
Magic Circle isn't a spell Magnus is particularly familiar with, but the telltale sound of magic captures his attention instantly as he looks around the arena. And a woman of the Director's stature, skin tone, and hair color happens to be standing within the summoned translucent cylinder.
From this distance, he doesn't see that she's much younger than he remembers.
He falters for a second, the instant relief he feels upon seeing someone familiar suddenly overtaken by his most recent memories regarding her. He was kind of in the middle of working against her. He abandoned her cause for Barry's, lied to her, worked with the one she claimed was the enemy...
He knows she's been lying to him. He's not sure about what. But maybe that's not so important right now?
A mechanical crab scuttles toward her magic barrier and he takes advantage of its distraction from him to stab it in the back with the huge jousting lance he is currently wielding. He, um, rolls very badly despite having advantage and the metal clangs as the lance is bounced off at a poor angle.
The crab's attention turns to him, and he rushes its side as it turns, and this time he has better luck. His lance jabs between its legs toward its underbelly, piercing the rusty flesh hard. It screeches and sparks and shudders, trying to fight back but already weak. It smacks him in the face with a leg as it falls onto the ground, and he yelps, jerking away and losing grip of the lance.
Still, it's pretty dead. That was a very good roll, okay.
Magnus rubs his temple where it hit him and puts his other hand on his hip, turning back to Lucretia.]
Uh, hey. Noticed you had a crabs problem!
[He grins like an idiot, because there is no other way to grin after a joke like that.]