𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝓛𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙀𝙍.

ㅤ the winds picked up and the assassin noted the way it carried the shifting particles around with ease. fucking telvanni wizard. they were no true master of the schools, but their many years honing the art of illusionary magic had given them a decided edge in their —— ㅤ

ㅤ more magic was pulled from deep within their mana pool, both hands apart at their flank. the swirling orbs of dark energy made a soft warble as the field of light around the assassin’s hands began to bend and flex. with a sudden whoosh, they casted a spell of —— ㅤ

ㅤ the surge of magic, fueled by their ease of irritation at his games, arches a bolt of lightning out in a flash. a cacophonous boom resounds, hitting the wretched cheese wheel with vicious precision. not once did she ever consider the sight of a dunmer with a cheese —— ㅤ

ㅤ they clench their fists at their side, reflecting a silent distain for the other party … when suddenly the tightened palms feel too crowded. azazel looked down, opening up their hands to see a new set of pinkies adorning the outsides of their hands. —— ㅤ