Morgana nodded, carefully following along with the explanation. Basically they just had to pull their magic into a sphere and focus on adding the proper element. Also chanting was for novices, if you were skilled you didn't need to use any words. Make a fireball. Hit a target. Easy enough. Morgana held one hand up as though grasping an orb and started at it intently. Focus, draw from the center, wrap your body in it, form it. The image of a knife was pratically already in Morgana's mind before she reached for it. The familair pain came again as Morgana drew her magic from it and formed a light layer around her body. It was easier this time, but she knew better than to get cocky and didn't let up her concentration one bit. Her energy began flowing into her hand and it accumulated in a sphere just above her palm. Now to add the element. Morgana repeated the chant, [b]"I Call apon thee spirit of flame, form before me your power! Fireball!"[/b] As she spoke the words she could feel a change in the magic she felt above her hand. It became hot, volitile, nearly- The sudden surge of violence upon speaking the word [i]Fireball[/i] suprised Morgana and she lost control of the spell, the fireball she held for nearly a moment burst outwards, lightly searing her hand. Morgana bit her lip fiercly to hold in a cry of both pain and frusteration. Stupid! Pain had never stopped Morgana before and it wouldn't now. She began the process once more. Deep breath. The pain she felt was trivial. 

The magic came back. Knife, pain, aura, hand, orb. A simple process, though simple was far from easy. This time Morgana drew a little more magic than last time and coated her hand in it. She didn't know if it would shield her from a second mistake but it was worth a try. Morgana stared at it for a moment more than curled her lip in disgust, no, if she failed again she deserved what she got. The mana went into the ball with everything else. Once more. [b]"I Call apon thee spirit of flame, form before me your power! Fireball!"[/b] For a moment a firey orb came into exsistence and Morgana immediatly turned her palm forward and pushed it forward both physically and magically. It didn't move far before it lost its shape and flame simply erupted forth in a small cone before vanishing. Morgana put her hands on her knees panting for a moment. Heh. That wasn't so hard. She just needed a moment to catch her breath. Next time. Next time she would hit the target for sure!