He was replaying the fight, trying to determine exactly what manner of Magic the woman had used (“... based. The tiles had remained in place so it was equally unlikely to be based…”) when the process started. He had already seen the goblet and cutlery regenerate, so he locked his gaze on the fallen Armour. As he watched, the dislodged leg dissolved into motes of iridescent teal-blue light and evaporated, while at the same time, a new leg, identical in every way, began to be woven by the same glowing teal-blue pinpricks. It was like watching a sock being knitted at a hundred rows a second. Several dozen gossamer strands of the same colour connected the helmet to the gorget and pulled it into place. A film of strands wove themselves into the shape the helmet should be, without the fist-sized dent in the side. All of this was solidifying into steel as Reinhardt was turned away.
Behind him, he heard the Armour get to its feet and march back into place.
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That was a thought that terrified Reinhard, so he tried hard not to think about it.
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His musing was again interrupted when his head was whipped around to the left. The group must be here for an extended stay. “.” He’d try to see if there were any new items visible, or costume changes that would indicate a new piece of equipment. Like last time, they rushed forward, grabbed the silverware at one end of the table and ran down the far end to grab the silver from that end. Reinhardt was looking intensely at each of them in turn, trying to pick out anything that was different from yesterday. There wasn’t, but that could simply mean that what they found did not complement their skills or
Unlike last time, when the first halberdier reached the High Table, it was the Bearded Brawler who moved first, lunging forward inside the arc of the swinging halberd and twisting with the force to mitigate the inertia. He launched a savage one-two into the helmet, each strike sounding like a sledgehammer. The Armour, head smashed and twisted horribly, began to fall. Behind him, the other halberdier came within range and started thrusting forward with the long point crowning the halberd. The woman, muttering through a , hit the final cadence in a loud, ringing tone, hooking her hand - but not at the Brawler. There was a cacophony of clattering steel as the remaining halberdier was yanked over the table to sprawl at her feet. Before it could move even a finger, the Axeman slammed the axe down in a massive chop that removed the head with a single stroke. Reinhardt was sure he heard the impact of the axe against the stone.
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The Brawler grabbed his armour by the breastplate and threw it back into the shield wielder behind it, spinning and sprinting back as the Armours got tangled. “.” The Manngering sang his , but this time swept his shield around like he was brushing aside some cobwebs. The golden light swept out from the shield in a tight band, like a shielded lantern sweeping its beam of light across the room. The impact from this beam was more forceful than the diffused “bubble” he had used yesterday. Each Armour rang with a resounding “Bong!” and were forced back a step, taking a full heartbeat to recover. The group had retreated by then, leaving the Armours to stand there, somewhat forlornly staring at the door on the far wall. The Shield wielder managed to extricate itself from the “corpse” of the halberdier and stood there at attention, as if waiting for new orders.
“,” Reinhardt thought. Amazing use of Innate. As he had closed down the halberd swing, a kick to the knee or a sweep of the legs would have been the usual tactic. Instead he had twisted with it and used only his fists, even though it put him out of position with an enemy approaching his back. He must have trusted his team, and especially the Woman, completely. He really did need to figure out which form of Magic the Woman was utilising. It could affect anyone, or anything, on the battlefield. Was it like the Manngering’s “repulsion” Spells? They were obviously shield-based Sphere to a tight beam had focussed its power. Could she alter the Spellform to draw in everything in a or ? Maybe if he could nail down which Magical Discipline it was from he would get a clue.
It affected everything equally, as far as he could tell. He’d seen it used on a living being, and a Magically animated suit of armour. There was no environmental effect that he could tell. He felt that he could rule out Stanza shapes the intent and the intensity, the is what limits and shapes the result.” The hand action was just defining the parameters of the Spell, not its form. It wasn’t centred on a point, it affected the entire object (as far as he had seen.) The problem was, Reinhardt just wasn’t Magically inclined enough to know. He liked the idea of Magic, but as he wasn’t particularly gifted with it, he had never spent the same time learning about it as he had reading about
He snapped out of his reverie. The had begun. There was something he had wanted to check during this cycle. What was it? His eyes swept the table, the various knives, forks and spoons being sketched in by those glowing pinpricks of swirling energy. That was normal. Even from where he stood, he could see a glow from the floor behind the High Table - the Axeman had managed to damage the stone - carving a deep furrow into the polished stone. But there was no damage to the axe that he could recall. A Magic item, or the result of a Regeneration process. His theory was correct, he could tell. The shining silver swirls were a noticeable shade of teal-blue. If not for the ever so gentle glow, he may have dismissed it. But there it was, the broadsword was absorbing the energy that passed over it, improving the quality and reinforcing the Magic. He could see, just before he turned around, that the patterning that was becoming so pronounced on the blade also decorated the quillions and pommel. It was distinctly different to its mundane counterpart. The quillions were longer and had a twist, and the pommel was a definite “mushroom” style as opposed to the “pear shape” it started as.It had Innate, if only he had a chance to use it. Not it, exploitPassive UtilityInnate.
He didn’t know - he had never asked Otto, which in hindsight he really should have - what the process for activating his Innates and their relationship with .
Reinhardt focussed upon SoulSpirit, or - how it provided the conduit to access Magic items. With a mental shrug, he opened that conduit like he would open a door.
