[ shaving off bits of ash to make the sigil not TOO obviously hidden like he's a fucking marble sculptor is very neat and all but
it actually
seems to visibly tire angie out....? he's not showing signs of running out of power, per se. but the focus of that magic seems to be his fixed, intent stare, and the little, slow, precise motions he does with his dominant hand, up until the point, honestly, he could quit, but he keeps going just that one bit more--
his hand suddenly jumps out as if wrenched, and ash billows up around them both in a great, blinding torrent. the look on angie's face is startled before it's blotted out. ]
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it actually
seems to visibly tire angie out....?
he's not showing signs of running out of power, per se. but the focus of that magic seems to be his fixed, intent stare, and the little, slow, precise motions he does with his dominant hand, up until the point, honestly, he could quit, but he keeps going just that one bit more--
his hand suddenly jumps out as if wrenched, and ash billows up around them both in a great, blinding torrent. the look on angie's face is startled before it's blotted out. ]