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Civility had died quite suddenly and it wasn't a pretty sight. The red and noble blood of a monarch was now slowly spreading into a puddle in the floor, a coup d'état happened before her own eyes and it was an easy guess it was not one that benefited her in any way, she highly doubted an Alovian would be let out alive, much less an Alovian witch. It was a shame really, not only for her and her dreams of getting to know more about this country and for all the conspirators who found themselves facing her. Especially since the host had been so kind to give her all her spell-casting materials back.

She knew after casting her first spell she would be a priority target so why not start with one of her best and most complex tricks? She could do the cheaper attacks later, they were quick and easy and perfect for actual combat, plus starting with a bang could dissuade some of the enemies from fighting.

Typically one or two elements were manipulated, she was aiming for all of them, elemental magic was often neat and divided but in nature it was a chaotic mix of everything at once and by trying to replicate that she could access nature's full fury with a simple snap of a finger, in this case, in particular, she was messing with magnetism using the earth, the pressure of air using the power of wind and the heat of fire and finally, water, turned into ice,tiny beyond what a person could see, showing in the room as little but fog. One would assume this was much weaker than the big block of ice she could have brought about with the same effort, but that wasn't the case, the ice crystals collided at an accelerated pace creating a build up of energy, an electric charge, which guided by her elemental manipulation would soon be released into the room in a deafening, blinding lightning strike.

It went straight to one of the soldiers trying to kill them, also stunning one to his side, the target man however was a smouldering corpse in a second, still standing up for a good few more moments before falling over. It was morbid but Hatzur couldn't help but to softly smirk at the sight, a job well done was always something she appreciated. Another thing she really appreciated was being alive so the witch was quick to retreat to the back of the lines where she would prepare more spells (all far less complex than the thunder bolt) in what she hoped would be a safe position.