[Yurick feels his powers surge back, the old familiar headache pounding behind his right eye and his skin flushing with feverish heat. He holds out a hand, palm up, mana swirling around him for a second or two before a small, tightly controlled ball of flame coalesces over his hand. He breathes a slightly unsteady sigh of relief.]
At last, I don't feel quite so helpless anymore.
[And he holds the fireball toward the doctors.]
You won't lay a hand on Halley, not now, not ever.
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At last, I don't feel quite so helpless anymore.
[And he holds the fireball toward the doctors.]
You won't lay a hand on Halley, not now, not ever.