Solomon nodded, and was actually tempted to smile, though he refrained from doing so to avoid looking overconfident. He had actually attempted this the night before, and slept while thinking on the process. Last night, the spell didn't go so well, even if he chanted, but after some time reflecting, he was sure that was because he was too low on stamina to cast it. Now though, he was refreshed, if a bit sore. Casting this should prove no problem at all, he was certain.

In fact, why not take certainty to the next level?

Last time, he included the chant in addition to his image. Assuming he was right, and it only failed because he was tired, then at that meant that the image managed to work for him. Now, he focused on the image in his head. Let the chain flow, instead of break - a link of chains, turning, and piling seamlessly on top of each other.

Wordlessly, the ball of water formed on top of his palm, and he let it rest there as he exhaled deeply, slightly relieved that it had gone well. Then, narrowing his eyes, he aimed at one of the targets, and hurled.

As with the Fireball, the first shot completely missed the mark - in a slight twist though, it [i]did[/i] hit a target. Just not the one he was aiming for. Smiling ruefully, he remarked, "Eeeh, that could have gone better . . .," as he straightened himself out and prepared for his next attempt.