What was he thinking?!
This was a C-rank job, he knew VERY little about his magic and how to use it, and here he was, prepared to be the meatshield between a newlywed wife and her angry ex. Ash carefully slapped a palm against his forehead and slid it down his face with a drawn out sigh. Well, he was here now and he'd obliged to help out, so he guessed there was no turning back. He at least hoped there WAS a C-rank mage here already... however much he doubted it.
Ash tugged at the collar of his suit jacket nervously. After he stupidly accepted the job, he'd gotten an official invitation barely a few days later with the time, date and dress code printed on it. And while the tuxedo getup was quite concealing like his typical attire, it just wasn't his style. He didn't feel comfortable in fancy dress, as if he'd opened someone up and slid into their skin. It couldn't be helped though, such was the traditional code for weddings.
His thoughts drifting to the task at hand, he decided having a plan for how in hell he would fight would be a swell idea. Of course, his kicks were strong and he could more than hold his own in a hand-to-hand fight, but legs didn't stand up to raging fireballs and winds that cut like knives. There was a tall candelabra shaped almost like a trident by the table at his right, and a knife on the corner down at the other end. Once the attack started, he had two options that should at least be somewhat helpful against another wizard.
He groaned in self-loathing and folded his arms. No way was he going to be able to fight wizards with a damn kitchen knife or an iron pole for holding candles...
Candles.
Ash remembered the Phoenix dream he'd had all that time ago, the one that had ignited the fuel for the journey to find a guild. It still took him by surprise every time he remembered that he had some kind of Phoenix lineage. And if he did, then maybe fire would be a part of it? There was only one way to find out.
"Come on Phoenix powers, do your magic..." he muttered under his breath and wandered over to the candles, leaning against the table carefully and extending his hand out towards the pole. Exhaling sharply, he focused on pushing his magic power to his fingertips, and extending it out to the flames flickering atop the candles. With a quick flex of his fingers, he pulled on the strings of magic he'd let trail out, like tugging on a dog's leash.
Staring up at the candles, he watched as the flames bent down almost vertical along the wax and attempted to reach Ash's hand. Before he could draw too much attention, he released the flames from his grasp and turned to look around at the rest of the wedding decorations. There were three more unlit candles on the table, and another unlit candelabra laying down under the table. If he could use the flames from the first one, he could easily light the rest of the candles...
the candelabra laying on the ground would be the only issue. They wouldn't mind if he helped with some decorating, right?
He briskly swept around behind the table and scooped up the iron pole, lifting it up and standing it over the other side, opposite the first candelabra and beside the knife. Now he should have enough firepower if he could swing the flames from the first candles to the rest. He breathed a sigh of relief as he now had a contingency plan for when the attackers arrived.
@Atlas
WC: 626/1875
This was a C-rank job, he knew VERY little about his magic and how to use it, and here he was, prepared to be the meatshield between a newlywed wife and her angry ex. Ash carefully slapped a palm against his forehead and slid it down his face with a drawn out sigh. Well, he was here now and he'd obliged to help out, so he guessed there was no turning back. He at least hoped there WAS a C-rank mage here already... however much he doubted it.
Ash tugged at the collar of his suit jacket nervously. After he stupidly accepted the job, he'd gotten an official invitation barely a few days later with the time, date and dress code printed on it. And while the tuxedo getup was quite concealing like his typical attire, it just wasn't his style. He didn't feel comfortable in fancy dress, as if he'd opened someone up and slid into their skin. It couldn't be helped though, such was the traditional code for weddings.
His thoughts drifting to the task at hand, he decided having a plan for how in hell he would fight would be a swell idea. Of course, his kicks were strong and he could more than hold his own in a hand-to-hand fight, but legs didn't stand up to raging fireballs and winds that cut like knives. There was a tall candelabra shaped almost like a trident by the table at his right, and a knife on the corner down at the other end. Once the attack started, he had two options that should at least be somewhat helpful against another wizard.
He groaned in self-loathing and folded his arms. No way was he going to be able to fight wizards with a damn kitchen knife or an iron pole for holding candles...
Candles.
Ash remembered the Phoenix dream he'd had all that time ago, the one that had ignited the fuel for the journey to find a guild. It still took him by surprise every time he remembered that he had some kind of Phoenix lineage. And if he did, then maybe fire would be a part of it? There was only one way to find out.
"Come on Phoenix powers, do your magic..." he muttered under his breath and wandered over to the candles, leaning against the table carefully and extending his hand out towards the pole. Exhaling sharply, he focused on pushing his magic power to his fingertips, and extending it out to the flames flickering atop the candles. With a quick flex of his fingers, he pulled on the strings of magic he'd let trail out, like tugging on a dog's leash.
Staring up at the candles, he watched as the flames bent down almost vertical along the wax and attempted to reach Ash's hand. Before he could draw too much attention, he released the flames from his grasp and turned to look around at the rest of the wedding decorations. There were three more unlit candles on the table, and another unlit candelabra laying down under the table. If he could use the flames from the first one, he could easily light the rest of the candles...
the candelabra laying on the ground would be the only issue. They wouldn't mind if he helped with some decorating, right?
He briskly swept around behind the table and scooped up the iron pole, lifting it up and standing it over the other side, opposite the first candelabra and beside the knife. Now he should have enough firepower if he could swing the flames from the first candles to the rest. He breathed a sigh of relief as he now had a contingency plan for when the attackers arrived.
@Atlas
WC: 626/1875
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