L. Another Round of Magic

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Isabel looked at her elder, the new Grand Warlock, also known as Alphonse Harlow. The alchemist(which was no longer capitalized, as that wasn't his name anymore) stared straight ahead at the battlefield that he and Isabel had just cleared up so no Rangers or stone soldiers would get in their way. Of course, it wouldn't be a big deal if the stone soldiers stayed on the battlefield, as they were immune to magic. They would have been fine. Such as it was, the Grand Magicians wanted nothing to stand in the way of their domination.

"Are you ready, Grand Wizardess?" Alphonse asked, continuing to stare into the distance.

"Sure as Heaven's streets are made of gold," Isabel answered, then lifted up her Twister Staff. "Telorum Multa!" Many missiles, which was the translated name for the spell, fired from the five crystals on the Twister Staff, bombarding the Scorch Knights and mostly matadors in the fray. Many of the enemies took cover behind rocks at the sight of the projectiles, but those who stayed standing were destroyed immediately by the Grand Wizardess' magic.

"Now it's my turn. This will take a few moments," Alphonse explained. He clapped his hands together, then placed both of his palms on the ground. He closed his eyes, and light ran from the center of his body along all the Runes written on his limbs and into the ground. Runic magic pulsed throughout this route for a few moments, just as Alphonse promised, and something started rising from the barren rock of the battlefield. 

It was a bulbous shape, like an elliptical ball, about three times the height of Isabel. Isabel wondered what it could possibly be until the shape kept growing larger. 

As it turned out, the shape was a head, for what followed were shoulders, which extended into both arms and a torso, all made of the same barren rock. Isabel thought that maybe it would stop at the waist and just become a large thing in the way that would swing its arms at enemies that passed by, but the object kept growing.

It grew its upper legs and began to wobble, then did so even more as its lower legs grew in. Isabel watched as lightning arced up and down the stone thing's body and it grew feet. The thing fell over on its "face," but Isabel suspected that had been done on purpose , for it crushed many an enemy. The stone thing rose up to its full height, which Isabel realized was a very, very large number, if one was to measure in feet and not yards.

It was easily eight times the height of Isabel, and many times the width, as one would suspect. It was featureless and rough in texture, but it still did its job. It began to walk, kicking over soldiers in its way. Isabel turned back to Alphonse, who was already devouring a mana cake--a healing food that gave energy to magic users.

"Quite the creature you just created," Isabel noted.

"Yes, and now there's an excessively large human-shaped hole in the ground. That's the funny part," Alphonse added with a smirk of humor. Isabel chuckled at the truth of his statement. 

"What else are we going to do?" 

"Well, let's go into the fray to make it more exciting, right? Then I can show you the power of Flame Alchemy, something I'm sure you would enjoy." Isabel disagreed with this, and the two debated for a moment before she gave up and the two ran into the fray.

Isabel held up her staff and cried out "Ipsa Frigus," the Sheer Cold spell, which created a mighty freezing wind that diffused all the Scorch Knights so Alphonse couldn't possibly miss. 

Alphonse pointed his hand, which had a glove with a Runic symbol on it, at the matadors, and snapped. Flame traveled in a straight line towards where he pointed, then combusted, sending all nearby matadors flying and setting them on fire, even killing a few who were just a little too close.

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