One thing Maggie has always kept to the subtle side is her magic. She'll stir the air, light the fireplace, use air currents to carry things to her. And sometimes, on very bad days, her magic would influence the weather around them.
Watching the bottle fly, she knew it was no time for subtle.
Maggie stepped from around the man and brought her hand down in a sharp arch, calling the air in a straightline draft that his with the power of a weak tornado - enough to blow the flames off of him entirely and into the street where the gas burned harmlessly. With her other, she pulled water from the fountain across the square. Pulled it, and pulled cold from the air, then combined the two over the shaking boy.
When she was sure he was out of danger. She pulled her magic back and leaned back heavily against the glass front to her cafe. She turned to one of the other punks. "Take him to the hospital," she said in a voice nothing like the sweet one she was known for. This voice was deadly, "and do not show your faces here again."
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Date: 2013-06-02 05:34 am (UTC)Watching the bottle fly, she knew it was no time for subtle.
Maggie stepped from around the man and brought her hand down in a sharp arch, calling the air in a straightline draft that his with the power of a weak tornado - enough to blow the flames off of him entirely and into the street where the gas burned harmlessly. With her other, she pulled water from the fountain across the square. Pulled it, and pulled cold from the air, then combined the two over the shaking boy.
When she was sure he was out of danger. She pulled her magic back and leaned back heavily against the glass front to her cafe. She turned to one of the other punks. "Take him to the hospital," she said in a voice nothing like the sweet one she was known for. This voice was deadly, "and do not show your faces here again."