Bristlebane lay down still tired from the effort of attempting to conjure his ball of magic. He took a quick peek on his sphere of magic again and was pleasantly surprised to see that it seemed to be full, how he knew what "full" was he had no idea but knew it he did. He sat up and put his hands together again reaching for his magic again, it seemed what he grabbed before had been to small and had just winked out of existence. So this time he carefully wrapped the cage of force around about 3/4 of the sphere and slowly, carefully moved it out. As he expected the artic chill swept through his body again but he was getting used to it now. Ever so tediously he split the detached sphere into two parts and slowly moved them through his arms. The magic finally arrived at the destination and Bristlebane slowly brought it into existence, in flickered in and out of being and suddenly started shaking and vibrating like his last one, only this time it was getting bigger instead of smaller and Bristlebane desperately threw the ball of magic at the ground and it exploded pelting him with small rock shards and opening a crimson line on his cheek. Bristlebane collapsed to the ground again looking enviously at the Wizard as he juggled his balls of magic with ease and then at Anna who had completed it before any of them and then at Ven who had gotten it on his first try. He was barely able to resist the tears that yearned to spring to his eyes, partly from the pain of failure and partly from the pain of the cut on his cheek.