[She shakes her head, Freya's left hand rising to hover before her right shoulder.]
Not my magic; the big guy's. I wouldn't exactly call what he does "surgically precise."
[It only takes a moment of concentration to find that power in the Brand, though Freya did have to dig a little more for it than usual. Bahamut was displeased, she thought; there was no danger here, nothing to destroy. Why bother?]
[She pressed anyway, and that strange L-shaped crystal popped into existence with a little flash of light. It shattered easily under Freya's fingers, and she directs her attention out the window as a patch of sky suddenly grows stormy.]
Gotta open the window. Sorry about the cold.
[As she does, there's a sudden, great WHOOSH as something giant and purple and silver leans into view. It wasn't the dragon-machine that snatched Anna out of the sky, that one time, but something far more humanoid looking, and far too much claw adorning his hands.]
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Not my magic; the big guy's. I wouldn't exactly call what he does "surgically precise."
[It only takes a moment of concentration to find that power in the Brand, though Freya did have to dig a little more for it than usual. Bahamut was displeased, she thought; there was no danger here, nothing to destroy. Why bother?]
[She pressed anyway, and that strange L-shaped crystal popped into existence with a little flash of light. It shattered easily under Freya's fingers, and she directs her attention out the window as a patch of sky suddenly grows stormy.]
Gotta open the window. Sorry about the cold.
[As she does, there's a sudden, great WHOOSH as something giant and purple and silver leans into view. It wasn't the dragon-machine that snatched Anna out of the sky, that one time, but something far more humanoid looking, and far too much claw adorning his hands.]