"It slices, it dices, it makes julienne fries." Rich quoted the television commercial at Dora, not thinking whether or not it would go over her head. "It will also give you a reservoir of power to draw on without using your own. You never want to load it completely full because you can also use it to absorb some spells that are cast at you. Even better, you can preload spells like you would with a staff, and it takes minimal extra energy to trigger them. Oh, and it also looks impressive as hell when you illusion magical fire onto the blade."
He paused in what he was saying while he set a healing charm on each of her legs. It was slow working, something he had learned from Alicia, but it would do the job and leave Dora with no scars to show for her experience.
Chuckling, he went on. "Could have summoned your fighting outfit; I gave you time. And I didn't take anything from the building wards you couldn't have. No, I was thinking of when the tempo of the fight changed, when that hotfoot I snuck in on you at the start took effect. That was when I got inside your decision loop and you lost initiative. It gave me time to rattle you, make you angry, set some traps for you to run into. If you'd just said 'fuck it', backed off, reset your attack, I'd have had to start over with a new plan to get you close, coming after you. As it was, you charged straight in on me and gave me the one shot I'd been waiting for. Game over. On the other hand, you're good. Scarey good. In a real fight I'd have done my best to blow you up in the first few seconds instead of tossing schoolboy pranks at your shoes."