MAGES COPY MY SWAGGER okay that's all i know of this song
"Do you think we can manage such a spell on something so damned large?" Domina said, exasperated that the damn thing still wasn't grounded. What was it going to take? Another airship? A volley of bombs? Every mage in the faramfucked city throwing their weight in?
Then Azalea began to turn. She eyed the woman for just a moment—a dancer? She should have known, with those legs—and then she felt it. Felt it in her bones and in her skin, the resurgence of power, the replenishing of her reserves, the strength in her teeth and her tongue and her fingers to cast as long and as hard as she could. She looked over at Gale—do you feel it too?—before shooting a wicked, grateful look at the dancer, a curl of her mouth that was more feral than female. "Our turn indeed," she said, and returned, back straight, legs strong, to the edge of the ship.
She lifted her arms and cast in quick succession: Shining Flare (a ball of flame materialized in the light of the sun, grew and grew until it was as big as that shimmering orb, flung itself through the sky and landed with a hiss of steam and blood deep into the scales of the dragon), Artifice's Embrace (a shimmering of the air, a staggering of time and space around the beast as the spell gripped it in its claws, dragged it down, slowed it to half speed for the few precious minutes they would need), and her particular favorite, Magma Surge (a wall of superheated flame, like the one from moments before but stronger, wider, and much hotter, surging through the air and colliding like a thousand superheated needles pressed into the dragon's hide, searing its wings, turning its talons to red-hot coals). She held these attacks for one minute, and then two, and she called over her shoulder—"Go!"—leaving it unclear whether she meant for her comrades' next wave of attack or, perhaps, for them to flee.
But only for a minute longer. Three minutes that seemed to drag on interminably, pulling at her muscles, the burst of power granted by Lea's dancing fading as she pushed it, and her own body, to its limit. Then the spell was done, and Domina lowered her arms, holding onto the railing with shaking hands.