The Consequences Of Your Actions (Part Four)

Irade

July 26, 1:20 pm, The Ruined Throne Room, Inside the Castle

She wasn't thinking anymore.

Irade was moving on instinct, feeling the spells out before they were even formed. Her mind was in overdrive, undoing spells before they were even properly formed. He hands were a blur, her eyes closed as she felt the magic move into shapes. In the back of her mind, she had a running commentary on how she must look ridiculous, on how this wasn't sustainable, on how there was no win con in this situation.

Well, that wasn't completely true. If she somehow unwove all of his spells perfectly until he ran out of magic, that would certainly give her the win. The only problem with that plan was that it was batsh** insane. Completely impossible.