I would've retorted with the fact that I was not my mother if not for the indignation I was currently feeling. With the Feuermischung in my hands, I channeled as much Wesen as I could spare into a gigantic fvck-off fireball. I didn't care if I was gonna be left with only enough to keep me standing, but I wasn't going to waste everyone's time just floundering all over the place when we could be talking about something else.
I had already reached my limit today. It was best to call it quits and conserve energy.
"You can do it, Brother!"
As always, Lise was by the sidelines, ever supportive in my disasters despite them being detrimental to my general health. It wasn't her turn for training yet, but I was kind of curious how Grigori would train someone that was practically a speeding demon.
*FWOOSH!*
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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