Peony/Ash/Mag
The dance ended just in time for her to see the mage unleash a spell she'd never seen before. Don't think, Ash, she told herself, preparing to mimick it. Don't need to know anything except a general idea of what she's saying. She closed her eyes as she repeated the gist of the mage's incantation, opening them just as she finished to aim.
She watched in awe as the flood of water rushed over the elementals. Whatever the hell that was that she'd just copied, it was powerful as hell. If she hadn't liked where she was, class-wise, she'd have had a moment of feeling like she picked the wrong one. She did know one thing, though: she never, ever wanted to get on this mage's bad side. She'd mimicked mages before, and none of them had the kind of firepower that this one had. It was kind of frightening to think of the kind of power this woman could call.