Solomon nodded throughout his explanation. It was simple in theory, but once he got to actually trying it . . .

"Guh." Nothing happened. He tried chantless and chanted, but at most he got a small spark out. He even brought out the image of his chain to help him focus, but for some reason he seemed to do even worse. He kept wracking his brains to find a solution. 

[i]"Affinities, he said something about affinities . . ."[/i]

And that was when he realized it. He absolutely sucked at destroying stuff. He was a bookworm, a reader by nature. Physical activity was limited to sports, and even then he'd never done any contact sports. He was just really, really bad at channeling his thoughts into ones fore destruction. He gave a sideways glance towards Morgana, and - of course - she had already succeeded. Solomon gave a deep sigh.

"One more time then," he muttered. He might have been a brownie, but he still had his pride!

This time, he concentrated on the image of his chain shattering. For some reason, the thought was actually, [i]physically[/i] painful, and he had to bite back a grunt of pain. Inhaling deeply, Solomon ignored the pain in favor of completing his "image"; slowly, a ball of fire formed on his palm. He withheld from chanting, instead finding it easier to focus on the image he had created, in conjunction to the movement of energy across his arm. Once he was sure it was the appropriate size, Solomon recklessly hurled it at the target.

It landed somewhere that was [i]not[/i] the target. 

"Ugh . . ." said  Solomon, as the ground [i]beside[/i] his intended target erupted into flames. "Well that sucked."