"Okay, Miresa, try to protect me with Magma Glass." a girl asked as she took her place among a few drummers ready to unleash Frost Arrow on whoever was standing in the middle of the room.
Miresa sighed and spoke "Magma Glass" as a low drumbeat begain to fill the air, sending glowing blue white arrows of ice at the woman standing in the center. She joined in with a reel seconds before the arrows impacted, making then melt on a box seemingly made of red glass.
As the last Frost Arrow fizzled out, the teacher approached. "Well done, Miresa--keep practicing your timing and you'll make a fine bladmage."
Miresa couldn't believe her ears. "YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" she screeched, and ran to embrace her teacher.
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