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 "Good. Now, we're going to have to cover as much area as we can for as long as we can, so we're going to do layers. Me and Cece, and then you overlaying ours to fill in any gaps. You got that? And if you get stuck, I've got a song that'll help with the chanting thing." Amanda gave Billy a quick pat on the shoulder, before turning to Cecilia. "All right, doc, your turn." Cecilia stared at Amanda like the witch was an idiot. "You have got to be kidding me." It was enough that she hadn't blanched when Billy had started his magical mojo. "I don't channel the Force, Amanda. What you see is kind of what you get." The translucent bubble that had formed around her body expanded in size ever-so-slightly. "I don't have any wizardry scrolls in my back pocket." Amanda repressed the urge to roll her eyes. "You have a forcefield, Doc. It's about time you learned to use it. No magic, just plain old fashioned visualisation." The witch raised her hand, palms outward, and moved them further apart, arms opening up in almost a welcoming gesture. The flickering energy of the shielding spell moved with her, until the wall was twice the height and width it had been. "You've got it stuck in your head that you can't change the size of that bubble of yours. I'm betting lives on you being able to get out of that mindset." "Yes, thank you, well aware that I have power beyond my wildest dreams, thanks." If her training with Scott hadn't driven that point in, the lecture from different-Cecilia certainly brought it home. So, while she appreciated Amanda's sense of urgency, Cecilia didn't think her, uh, charming way of speaking, was particularly necessary. Life or death, or not. The doctor set her jaw, partly in determination and partly to resist the urge to keep firing back. Her eyes closed for a second, and she tried to visualize her shield expanding rapidly, quickly enough that it'd catch Sefton by surprise and knock her over. After a brief moment, her eyes fluttered open, and she noted with some satisfaction that the dome around her had grown. "Well, okay." She glanced over at a still-standing Amanda, trying not to look as smug as she felt. "Eh. Close enough." Amanda suddenly grinned despite herself. "Whatever works for you, Doc." She indicated the firebird visible through the destroyed walls. "You want to be pissed off, though, how about aiming it at her?" |
