Myrna's light beam hit the snow a meter away from the rider, turning a pile of snow into a cloud of steam.
"You hurry too much," Niko said quietly. "Let him get closer. Thirty meters is the optimal distance. Beams are just as hard to dodge as they are hard to aim."
She nodded silently and prepared another spell.
'Coming through, coming through, coming through,' repeated in Niko's head, over and over, an endless chant of rising and lowering voices. 'Coming through, coming through…'
That Niko could hear it even from this distance was a show of how loud the mana maelstrom was from up close. Niko really downplayed it, for Myrna's sake.
It was an ungodly screech, and his head still ached somewhat, but it was nothing Niko couldn't bear.
Occhio could've won the world cup for limbo. Then he would've been disqualified for cheating.