[ The voice slices through the winter silence. Alice tenses right away, forgetting about the residual sting of her badly-cast light spell. Phosphoromancy, her discipline, and she can't even cast a basic light spell with her right hand anymore. It's better than she expected, but it's still worlds below her ability before George Ball—
You know what, she's not going to think about that right now.
Instead she turns to the figure coming up to her, making a fist, as if she could punch them hard enough to do some actual damage. ]
What do you want?
[ Cautiously, but with an edge to her voice that says she can put up a fight. Her left hand is fully functional, magically. ]
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You know what, she's not going to think about that right now.
Instead she turns to the figure coming up to her, making a fist, as if she could punch them hard enough to do some actual damage. ]
What do you want?
[ Cautiously, but with an edge to her voice that says she can put up a fight. Her left hand is fully functional, magically. ]