[ Clef hadn't brought his staff. It was large, heavy, and not strictly necessary. In such close quarters, his hands were a more than sufficient tool for focusing his magic.
It was a simple gesture. His right hand, fingers pressed together, slid over the upturned palm of his left hand. Yet somehow that action was enough to command razor-sharp sheets of hypothetical ice into cold, hard, and very heavy reality in the air between him and Kazuo. They flew downwards towards the younger man faster than gravity would normally permit, as though having hypothetically fallen from a long way up.
It wasn't very often Clef got to use some of the older, more complicated spells like this. ]
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It was a simple gesture. His right hand, fingers pressed together, slid over the upturned palm of his left hand. Yet somehow that action was enough to command razor-sharp sheets of hypothetical ice into cold, hard, and very heavy reality in the air between him and Kazuo. They flew downwards towards the younger man faster than gravity would normally permit, as though having hypothetically fallen from a long way up.
It wasn't very often Clef got to use some of the older, more complicated spells like this. ]