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03 June 2019 @ 08:32 am

Rael shook her head . . . and gathered power herself. Shields, quick! “Jues, speaking of illegal, a magic attack is definitely over the line.”

Jues showed her teeth. And Pushed.

Rael’s physical shield was anchored, not as angled as she’d have liked, with Jues practically in her face . . . She stepped back to catch he balance.

“But magical duels are legal between high level public figures.”

Rael wrinkled her nose again. “That law can’t possibly still be on the books.”

Jues grinned, showing a horrible amount of teeth. “It’s treated like a joke, but it was never rescinded. Since no one ever used it.”

“Jues, back off. You don’t want to do this.”

“The One Hell I don’t!” her hands crabbed, gathering power.

Rael tossed a spell of her own, that passed right through Jues’s shields.

Jues looked around quickly, glanced down at herself. Then she straightened and grabbed a loose strand of hair. A rather bright violet, the way it had interacted with the artificial dyes on her hair.

“Oh how cute! You brainless giggling whore . . .” Her shields were getting reinforced, but not basically covering more.

Rael threw a second spell.

“Native lov. . . ack . . . quack quack . . .” Jues hand flew to her mouth. “Quack quack QUACK!”

The gathering crowd was laughing.

Jues hissed and compacted two handfuls of incandescent power.

Fireballs at point blank range? Insane!

Rael felt the other woman’s shield, barely grounded, sent hers under it . . .

Jues slammed her fireballs into Rael’s shields

They hit the energy shield . . . and slowed, cooled . . . Rael pulled the heat energy out of them . . . scooped and pushed.

Jues, the sidewalk, and a very large scoop of dirt lifted and . . . crash landed a good twenty meters down the sidewalk.

Rael stared. Oh shit! Did I do that?

She edged forward and looked into the hole. Three meters wide, a steep slope down maybe four meters? Six meters long . . . large pipe sheared off . . .

“I really hope that isn’t a sewer pipe.” She looked down the sidewalk where Professor Jues was barely visible over the heap of dirt and concrete.

Jues was staggering, backing away, turning and running.

Rael looked back down in the hole. “Oops.” Looked around at the watchers, a crowd full of wide-eyed slack-jawed kids keeping a respectable distance.

She cleared her throat. Projected her voice. “Magic duels are very dangerous, and often injure spectators, which is why, if they aren’t against regs on campus now, they will be within a few minutes.”

And uneasy stir through the kids.

“Right now, I’m going to find out how much Comet Fall magical construction I’m capable of.” She marched around the hole and down to the pile of dirt. It had skidded for meters, shedding dirt, and spotted what looked like an intact pipe.

Which, by the odor, was indeed a sewer pipe.

A bit of push cleared the dirt, then Rael pulled heat from the air and rolled the pipe back to the hole, levitating it at the last second and lowering it, rotating it, into place.

Mostly. She went back and levitated a pile of dirt and got it under the piped, packed down, and everything lined up.

She sat down on the cold ground and slid into a meditation, and looked down into the pit, looked at the pipe and the sliced edges that needed to sort of ooze together, all around this side, and then over to the other side to do the same.

She opened her eyes. The thick plastic pipe had two shiny slick bands around it, but appeared to be intact.

She swayed a bit, and a cold bottle got shoved into her hands. She blinked and looked around.

“Ryol?”

“Drink it and take a breather. I can’t believe you did that!” Snort. “I do, however believe what my id . . . brother looks like he’s actually going to do.”

Arno grinned and half climbed, half slid down into the pit.

Rael took the bottle of boost and took a long pull off it. “So?”

“Looks good! No leaks or anything.” Arno eyed the sloped he’d come down, and took a run at it and scrambled up and over the edge. With some odd effect she couldn’t identify.

“Showoff.” Ryol grumbled. “Drink more. Do we have your permission, Professor Rael, to test our levitation spells, filling in this really impressive hole you made?”

“Yes, you may.” She looked around. “Only students who have passed Techniques of Magic.” :: And don’t make it look too easy! ::

A dozen students dived in and tried various methods of moving dirt with magic. She climbed to her feet and demonstrated push, pull, and levitation. She even got them working in teams, and was really impressed by their enthusiastic energy.

She handed a cash card to Milo and told him to bring back lots of boost.

And when her helpers were flopped on the ground, drinking and recovering, she levitated the unbroken, steel reinforced concrete slab she’d cut out of the side walk, off the main heap of dirt and over to the side.

“The Comet Fall people call this technique ‘bulldozer.’ If you’ve been taught slice, this is a broad version of the same, with a push spell.”

She was tempted to try the whole thing, but common sense, dammit . . . She started closer to the pit and shoved a sizeable layer in. Backed off and shoved another couple hundred kilos down the sidewalk and into the hole. Some of the kids started helping. Ryol and Arno, grunting and shoving. Snickering a bit.

And some push to compress the dirt down into the pit and spread it around. A last scrape of the sidewalk, careful to not damaged the surface. Then the slab.

Arno winked. “If you can levitate it, we can push it.”

It levitated very easily . . . can Arno do gravity effects? And was shoved and settled into place.

Then the kids faded back into the crowd and left her to face what looked like the entire faculty of the School of Magic and the Directorate School.

So much for getting back to the office.

***

Rael slumped in the nice comfy chair Urfa supplied his visitors. “What a mess.”

Urfa nodded. “But so many people pulled out their cams and recorded the whole thing that there really wasn’t any doubt about who started it. So it’s Jues’ problem, not yours.”

Rael hunched her shoulders. “I ought to have just thrown the Chain. I thought I could show off and she’d back off.” She glanced at her watch. “She should stop quacking in another hour.”

Puur snickered. “Will you teach me that one?”

Rael shrugged. “There are some silly old laws on the books that need to be removed. Starting with magic duels. Not that she wasn’t planning on attacking me, but . . . maybe with less justification . . .”

Urfa shook his head. “Done is done. No one was injured. And now that everyone’s over the shock of the sheer mass you moved, the purple hair and quacking are getting a lot of public attention.”

Rael nodded. “My reputation seems to going sideways into odd, rather than getting better or worse. It’s a change.”