Morgana flexed her hand with unveiled curiosity. So magic could do this too? Just where did the power of a true master stop? No matter, she would find out for herself. Pleased with Charles' praise, and slightly jealous of Solomon's chantless cast, she took a deep breath and prepared again. Knife, pain, aura, hand, orb. Both hands were held together and energy gathered between them. For a moment Morgana considering skipping the incantation, or only saying part of it. No, Charles had said the incantation had to be perfect. [b]"I Call apon thee spirit of flame, form before me your power! Fireball!"[/b] Morgana chanted these words for the third time and felt the power between her hands swell up with the unbridled rage of fire. But she was ready this time. She held it for several seconds, making sure she was confident in her control of it. It held, her hands didn't burn, the magic didn't explode. Now all she had to do it was throw it and hit a target. Morgana's eyes shifted to the target. It was a little far wasn't it? No matter. Morgana carefully pushed forcefully with both palms towards the target, the orb flew halfway to the target before wobbling unstabily. In that moment Morgana realized she still needed to hold the magic of the orb together, but her efforts were too late and the orb exploded in a gout of flame. Hmph. She needed to maintain the power until it hit its target. That had been her mistake. Focused on her task with grim determination Morgana started again. Knife, pain, aura, hand, orb. [b]"I Call apon thee spirit of flame, form before me your power! Fireball!"[/b] Morgana hurled the ball of fire she held at the target and it held long enough to bump into its target, quickly erupting. Morgana let out a grin and a little [i]hiya![/i] of triumph. Hehe, that wasn't soo hard. Morgana's eyes suddenly dropped and she took an unsteady step, though quickly righted herself. That had been more draining than she thought. Not enough to step her, but she needed to be aware of her own limits. Morgana drew forth her power again, though this time merely to check her reserves. Pratically exhausted, probably around a mere 30%. Was this the best she could do? A couple of measly fireballs?