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Kalcius_Galexona
@waterisessential Our training segment will have to be put on hold for a bit, I will keep note of this on my profile so that I know that I was using *insert character name here* while helping you out. Just wanting to check and give a heads up. Have a wonderful day today.
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Kalcius_Galexona
About five clumps of dirt had surfaced, and once caught in the twirling fashion that Geyl was attempting to create, he would abruptly stop twirling his staff but making sure when he stopped it, he had aimed the staff's end at Avianna's form, all five clumps of dirt hurling at her, their sizes measuring about that of a small pebble that could be skipped across the glassy surface that was an ocean or small pond. The glove drawing was starting to take even more shape, adding yet another layered circle to the one before, making the total two layers of puking blue, metaphysical energy. Spellcircle: Striker Pulse:[2] The self charging spll circle has now added another layer to the already forming circle, it's pulse continuing to signify its charging through metaphysical energy. (E.)
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His glove was still being drawn on by something that wasn't Geyl himself as stated before, charging and charging with surging metaphysical energy, obviously still self charging. Another one of Geyl's attempted attacks that could possibly due a bit of damage to Avianna in order to make her lose focus, was the open palmed strike he would have given her if the attempted actions were met. If successful, that would also lead to the snapping back of her head being a hit as well. Ontop of thi, Geyl jumped back some four feet away from Avianna, so now was his chance to think up something else. "Maybe, if I stay fluid, it will be hard for her to focus. As such power that I sense from her must take a good amount of focus to even begin to manifest." He said to himself. Geyl twirled his staff swiftly before slamming the end of it into the ground, plucking up the clumps of dirt that surfaced from the impact, as he attempted this, any amount of dirt that was plucked up, he would use as personal ammunition by twirling his staff again, this time at a speed that would have (of possible) caused one to see the after images of the staff's current position. Much like how a fan or multiple blades of a helicopter look when one stares at the fast paced spinning it performs. The staff's booming sounds would have given off the impression of puffs of wind blowing. He never took his eyes off of her, training then on her like a predatory bird to its next meal. (C.)
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