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In a hidden clearing protected by a number of spells meant to conceal sight, smell and magic were two people. One practicing magic while the other watched with rapt attention.

A withing mass of swirling turquoise colours sat in Ciri's clasped hands as she continued channeling more magic into it with a look of concentration. "A-am I doing this right?" she asks without turning her focus away from the spell.

Yennefer "I'm not sure, the Sage's journal says that's how it's supposed to look... Does it feel right to you?"

Ciri nods, "It does."

Yennefer "Then cast the spell." she says.

Ciri does as she's told, pushing her hands out and forcing the orb to quickly float towards the other side of the clearing. The duo wait for something to happen as it gradually approaches the stone wall...

...

...

The orb reaches the wall and goes through it, as if it wasn't corporeal.

Ciri sighs, "Well that seems like a failu-"

*VOOM!*

*CRACK!* *CRACK!*

Lines quickly start forming in the stone, however, the chips and smaller pieces that break off don't fall to the ground, instead, clinging to the wall as if gravity were reversed. A moment later the wall implodes in on itself, revealing a circular pit where the turquoise orb is greedily sucking in matter, it continues to grow, enveloping more of the wall as it does so, the duo beginning to get worried in case this doesn't stop.

Yennefer spots something peculiar, her shouting for Ciri to get down as she raises a thick wall of stone before them.

*PFTOOM!*

The orb finally explodes, releasing dense shards of stone everything, raising dust everywhere it hits as well as drilling deep holes into Yennefer's raised stone wall. The two huddles low as the dust rises, eventually realising the spell was over...

Ciri gets up and coughs, the thick dust in the air irritating her throat, she pushes her hand forward with an Aard and clear the area of dust, revealing the devastation wrought by the orb.

Yennefer "...Perhaps we should hold off on any other spell for now? Mastering this one seem like an appropriate idea?" she mutters, scanning the ravaged clearing.

Ciri nods, "Look like many bombs had gone off, imagine what that orb would do if it hit someone." she wonders aloud.

Yennefer shakes her head, "I'd rather not... Soon I should be ready to summon the sage from death, however, with the boost to the surrounding ambient magic it shouldn't take all that long to prepare, though I am still waiting on Keira to bring the ingredients."

Ciri shrugs, "Take your time, it's not like he's going anywhere." she snarks, beginning to conjure another orb, much smaller this time.

Elsewhere :

Reima stands next to one of the training grounds, watching Nerissa and Sieglinde fight, he'd only introduced them an hour ago and they'd been fighting ever since...

Nerissa darts forwards, flinging Mist knives at Siegelinde who allows the to bounce off of her Onion armour, stepping forwards and swinging her Zweihander sheathed in Dark Red flames at the young vampiress.

The fourteen yearold ducks low, avoiding the strike while delivering a kick to the side of Sieglinde's knee, forcing her off balance with her disproportionate strength. Attempting to slash at one of her vulnerable joints with Iaito.

Sieglinde holds her greatsword in one hand and stabs it into the floor at an angle, causing Nerissa's blade to be deflected towards a more heavily armoured part, using her free hand to deliver a punch to the young girls face.

Nerissa catches the punch with one hand, swiftly changing her grip while turning to launch Sieglinde over her shoulder.

The Catarina knight struggles midair to get into a good position to protect herself, and eventually manages due to this tactic being a common used by the Prospects. She rolls and jumps to her feet as Nerissa pursues her, however, once she turns around she doesn't see the vampire... A shadow on the ground below the knight alert her, but it's already too late. Nerrisa had flown over her with mist wings and held a Ruby dagger close to the helmet's eye slit.

Reima claps at the side, the superhuman duel being impressive even to someone like him. Nerissa's shoulder throw and Sieglinde's rapid recovery surprised him, they'd improved a lot since coming here, and with many much more skilful opponents it was obvious that they'd begin rapidly learning.

Sieglinde retrieves her sword and sheaths it onto her back, "Nerissa! You battle with strength, skill, and ferocity! Perhaps you'd be willing to don Catarina's armour?" she asks, hoping to spread the design amongst this world to continue the legacy or her father and their country.

Nerissa shakes her head, "Onion." she states, causing Sieglinde to almost topple over in despair... Even some so young as Nerissa would mock her?

Reima walks over and pats both their shoulders, "Good fight guys, believe me when I say, I doubt anyone native to this world... Aside from Geralt would be able to best you guys... Maybe the mages?" he says before going off on a tangent, attempting to rank order the power level of each individual he knows in this world.

Nerissa and Sieglinde had already left him behind to go watch the other Prospects sparring in a nearby training ground, the duo forming a small friendship despite the former almost never talking. Sieglinde was happy to talk for the both of them though, so that wasn't really a problem.

By the time Reima had noted that the girls stood no chance against Elder Vampires and Golden Dragons it was already lunch, he spotted the position of the sun and blinked away quickly, having missed his and Solaire's meet up at Muffet's bakery.

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