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“But not yet, assholes,” he growled aloud and then launched himself from the inside of the TARDIS, his leather duster flaring open like some wild costume in the Matrix or something. He hit the surface of the ship with the resounding boom of a thunderclap, the cacophony echoing through the interior of the ship with force, spiraling out in waves of concentric circles from his staff as he rammed the end into the floor and drove home the magic with it.
Humans would have fallen on their asses.
In this case, it was just to get everyone’s attention.
Fuck subtle.
Drawing on the magic that was his birthright, the sigils carved into Harry’s staff flared to life, erupting in green and blue light from top to bottom.
Harry grinned a maniac grin, “Hey, uglies!”
Then he threw out his staff and yelled, “Arietius!” and released the 77 force spells engraved into his staff. All at once.
A kinetic blast of energy erupted from the end of the staff, striking the largest of the nearby creatures and blowing it backwards into its buddies, carving a 40 yard hole down the center of the hordes of Whats-its coming for them in a rippling effect of explosive force. It was rather like watching demented looking bowling pins, but with a lot more fire as the first guy came to a grinding halt when it slammed into others like it and then promptly exploded with concussive energy that rocked the deck and set several other things on fire, raining debris and shrapnel down in a quarter mile radius, forcing Harry to throw up a domed shield to protect himself and his companions.
Okay, Harry hadn’t been expecting that much of an explosion, but technology always hated him anyway. And besides, it was the best sucker punch Harry was going to get and the one chance he could give his companions behind him.
Grinning still, Harry dropped the shield, then, calling Winter to himself, he charged forward and slammed into the onslaught as their enemies began to recover.