-Ah, a real fight. Finally. Dizzy jumped back a bit, taking up a defensive position. The lighting clashed against her, but as things became more clear with less visual interference from the high-magic being tossed about... a glance Dizzy's way would show that she had literally caught the projectile, holding it in her hands as if it were a ball or stick.
Eyes narrowing, she traced the lighting with white-hot flames, sending it right back at Abel in a WMD style game of 'catch'.-
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Eyes narrowing, she traced the lighting with white-hot flames, sending it right back at Abel in a WMD style game of 'catch'.-