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Impeccable sight transferred information from his surroundings as one of many spells in his arsenal saw itself useful in this particular scenario. The [i]White Magic[/i] spell by the name of [i]Libra[/i] possessed a variety of applications, though the most prominent one was the enhancement of one's natural and supernatural eyesight to the point that the Eternal Scholar could identify the movements of the individual within the ship, as well as pinpoint various 'weak' points along the hull of the construct. The odds of pacifism being involved in any sort of encounter between the humanoid aboard the ship and himself were rapidly plummeting, which left only harmless tension and dangerous hostility as the remaining possibilities for the time being.

Amused, if anything, the Golden Prodigy lofted of an eyebrow in response to the humanoid's remark. It had been a long, long time since he had listened to such ignorance woven through any entity's voice, but then again, some years had passed since he last had any contact with unenlightened personages. Spending time amongst circles of learned people and putting his research on different forms of magic to use had left Gariland with little regard for the everyday troubles of commoners, and his well-mannered demeanor was reserved for either the weak and defenseless, or those showing a level of enlightenment similar to his own.

[i]"... Have you not been taught how to address your elders, boy? I suppose even a mere worm can teach a microbe a thing or two, if only said microbe possessed the intelligence to learn."[/i]

Each and every single word permeated the empty space surrounding the humanoid, as though Gariland had chosen to forgo sound as the means of transport for his thoughts, and instead replaced it with simple air. The subtle echo remaining behind after the fact did, however, produce an irregular number of sound waves that scattered through the air until they became wholly inaudible. The soothing rain added another layer of complexity to the ethereal vocalization of his mind's words, though the sheer magical power of Gariland could soon be felt upon the surface of the micro-asteroid ship and humanoid were standing upon. 

It started with the droplets of water before the Master Arithmethician himself. At a simple glance, they weren't any different; clear, transparent, and brightly illuminated by the bioluminescence from the algae each and every single droplet housed. Upon contact with the ground, however, tiny holes could be seen etched along the rugged surface, leaving behind micro-icicles shimmering of a vibrant turquoise. Gariland was using his flawless skills as a Calculator to take in every little bit of data from his surroundings, calculating the speed of the droplets falling onto the micro-asteroid, the mass and weight of every droplet, their relative position regarding himself, the ship and the other humanoid, and the very composition of the liquid itself. 

All of these calculations allowed him to formulate a simple strategy to open this hostile encounter with. Tapping upon his knowledge of [i]Black Magic[/i], Gariland applied the gathered data to cast the spell [i]Blizzard [/i]onto the droplets of water, allowing the liquid to transfigure and harden, with each and every newborn micro-icicle possessing an unbelievably sharp tip and a hardness beyond that of diamond itself. How strong the ice was spoke lengths about the skill of the caster, and for a prodigy such as Gariland, a spell like this was child's play. Unfortunately for the hoof-footed humanoid, this meant being under attack by a myriad tiny projectiles unless he was quick enough to notice what was going on in time to prevent being pierced over and over by a hail of falling 'bullets'. 

Oddly enough, all the projectiles falling toward Gariland saw their trajectories corrected in the blink of an eye, tracing a curve around his form and falling onto the floor below him, given he was still floating over the rugged ground. The humanoid's 'lawn' was quickly being turned into swiss cheese, and if he failed to react properly, that would also be his fate.

Gariland's mind continued to rapidly calculate the variables in play, beginning to formulate his next step as though this was nothing more than a chess match against a complete rookie.