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[b]Steer[/b]:

[i]{Speed.}[/i]

“Urk!”

No such luck with the melee, only, spells. The spell was launched and it was at this moment Steer theorized rather than instant casting it, Toms spells JUST needed to be said then willing to launch. Again, just a theory but one Steer was somewhat sure in, given how he was just hit by one. It was ok though, despite Toms shift backward, Steer moving back a foot himself from the impact of the near point blank blow…Only to have a shadow over him in the form of Mr.Horses literal ass hanging a foot overhead. For any sane person this would be moment for pause to register the madness literally overhead, but for Steer? It caused a strange grin to form over his face. It wasn’t Powdered Toast man and this made Steer happy, almost ludicrously so, blue with happiness or so someone might say…literally.

Literally in a sense that, from before he was already feeling happy, and Happiness in all it’s odd fleeting but useful forms was a part of the Emotional Heptagon. In this case, it flared in a strange sparkler like fashion about Steers hands down to a little below his wrist AND his feet and ankles. This of course worked with its physical affect; Speed. As soon as it flared up, Steer had moved forward towards Tom again, still in that ‘Half Wall’ boxing pose as the distance between them was breached, Steer basically literally outpacing mister Horses attempt to unwillingly divulge himself on top of Steers head. This inadvertently made Steer dodge the slippery marble slope as well, his left fist reared back in the process of getting right back into Toms face, flying forward seeking to drive itself fiercely into Toms right side. The added speed boost added a bit of force to the blow, nothing on levels of speeding car but it would be felt if it impact, that and a strange searing feeling that was different the Rages, like on a different stranger almost inhuman level.

The hope was that, despite Mr. Horse being that close, Steers sudden fit of speed would not only allow him to dodge the initial spurt, but also, as stated keep on and force Tom thus making Steers positioning constantly changing and never in the same place twice while Mr. Horse was formed. It seemed also, Steer was focused on specific portions of his body, the hands and feet region but if one looked closely, they could swear there was a tint of blue highlighting his whole frame. Plans plans, long story short.