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[ he's not particularly shy, though his eyes remain subtly on Roxas's light as he draws a wreathe of fire in the air. the larger artes definitely require more concentration than unfocused things, like the ball of light, but he can feel even it like a subtle tug on his bones. it is, and isn't, reminiscent of the fon slot seal. ]
If you'd like. But you did suggest it might better over a single Sector.
[ and now we're going to do something more complicated. enjoy some very different magic, Roxas. he draws the power to him, draws the air to him, tracing bright glyphs with his mind to make air something else, and murmurs: ]
Arise, O violent waters, to rout mine enemies -- Blessed Drops!
[ as he speaks, a cloud of shimmering water gathers in the air several feet away -- and falls to the earth, large bubbles bursting on impact with tumultuous force. a high arte; he's wearied for the moment. ]