𝕬 𝕯𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌'𝖘 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 | 𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓『×』 𝕺𝕮

[0.6] | Birth of a Magus

The sound of crackling thunder swiftly echoes throughout Cecilia's spacial office, having used her magic to turn it into an arena of sorts. Another couple of weeks had passed and Cecilia continued to do her promise to the young boy, training Alphonse into better controlling his abilities and giving him new spells to learn. More so of the basic chants and really helping him with word manipulation in order to shorten down the time to chant said spells, making it easier for him to use on the fly. After all, he was told that his test to truly see if he had learned anything was drawing near.

Another thundering noise was let out, a bolt of magic just going past his head as Alphonse dove to the side, rolling out of the way to avoid the thunderous bolt. His grey-eyed gaze looked up with fierce determination, eyeing his blonde-haired teacher, her hand now beginning to emit an orangy-yellowish flame, the color of the spell she was casting perfectly reflecting her own fiery gaze. Her posture was straight and poise, a refined nature as she simply stood still with grace, a great contrast to the tense and somewhat erratic movement of the young Euclidus mage.

"What's wrong? If you keep moving like that and have no plan at all, you won't be able to survive an encounter like that soon."

"I'm trying over here...! Whoa—!" Alphonse leaned to the side, albeit clumsily as the quickfire burst of flames waded past him with an enduring speed.

The flames struck the wall behind him and made a slight explosion of display, leaving a blackened crater of ash on the wall. Alphonse then let out another scream of surprise, jumping out of the way as this time, a blast of ice magic was hurled over to him, exploding upon impact on the ground as various ice spikes were created. This performance of his was a little disappointing, he wasn't going to lie to himself. All he's been doing is be put on the defensive, but no one could really blame. His opponent was his teacher. And even though his teacher is holding back right now, Cecilia is regarded as essentially the most, if not, one of the most powerful Magus' in the world.

Alphonse heaves a breath, exhaling whatever air he had in his lungs out as he raises his hand up and says a shortened chant. A simple reduced line that didn't require for him to spout out five or so syllables to cast the fireball that was shot out from his palm. Cecilia, however, doesn't bat an eye toward the projectile and merely snaps her fingers, a crystalline-pentagon barrier of sorts appearing in front of her, blocking the spell with ease. But of course, the boy wasn't slacking at all in his training, having become quick witted and more analytical when it came to analyzing the patterns of attack regarding his teacher. He was able to spot the slightest bit of movement in her arms, using this to his advantage to try and predict which spell she would use next. While his prediction was usually fifty-fifty, it was still admirable enough of him. Cecilia could note down that much. Despite only being a beginner Magus, he was advancing far faster than she had expected of him. He was determined and studious, something she liked in an apprentice. Her former apprentice was much like that before began his utter dislike of magic.

But those were bygone days and she had to focus on the now. Twisting her body in a graceful manner, the edges of her clothing missing the oncoming spells toward her by small centimeters of distance, Cecilia would retaliate back. This little spar of theirs had been going on for about six minutes straight, and a normal student wouldn't usually be lasting this long, even if the blonde Magus was holding back quite a bit.

However, the spar would soon end as Alphonse made a fatal mistake in his prediction. Expecting a lightning spell to emanate from the tips of her fingers, it was instead a large ball of flame that was heading toward him fast. He wouldn't even have time to dodge it, let alone even cast up a ward to protect himself. So unable to do anything, Alphonse took the brunt of the attack and grunted, being slammed against the wall as he gags and coughs, falling to the floor face first.