Spero gave the affirmative, finally ready to get on another mission. Absently, before the order to attack came, he wondered why he was so unbothered by the thought of killing. It wasn't really that he enjoyed it or anything- he just didn't feel very much when they died. Maybe it was because one less person increases his chance of survival? He didn't know- he didn't care. Truly.

So when Merlin gave the go-ahead, and launched the attack, he yanked a flower up, spun around, and threw it at the target, yelling, completely and entirely on impulse, "Flower power!" The next moment, he launched a bolt of electricity, what was really lightning, which, of course, missed. The bolt boomed, sending a deafening wave of sound thundering through the plaza, forcing people to scream and cower and run away like the little insignificants they were. His bolt had both melted and shattered the glass; where he hit, melted, everywhere else, cracked and shattered. He fired two or three more bolts before feeling his power begin to waver, and he ran to take cover and regenerate his mana.