[@Stabby] [@Zeroth]

Femus was stunned, not by how fast the goblins moved, nor by the manner of the pixie’s death.  Rather, he was stunned by his own absence of feeling.  Nira’s words pulled him out of his introspection before he could spiral too deep.  Though… there was a deep pull… an urge that would have had his hands balled into white knuckled fists if he had hands to clench.

Power… power to kill instantly.  To extinguish life before the attack is even recognized… before even fear can touch the mind of his enemy.  He needed it.  The need was urgent, potent, and deep rooted.

He was trembling.  He took a deep breath and regained control of his body.  But, his voice was a little tense when he spoke.

“Don’t mention it.  We’re partners.  It’s natural for me to lend a… well I don’t have a hand but you understand.”  Another breath and Femus was beginning to feel more steady.  “I’m glad that you’re not rushing into evolving.  As for the System.  It seems to respond to requests… I’ve asked it to define a term and I received the requested knowledge.  I was also able to place my points from my own levels by forming the words of my intent… saying it in my mind.  I didn’t need to speak.  I believe that we should be able to call up our status and other basic information as easily but I haven’t done so just yet.”

Femus softly cleared his throat.

“First though, the dress is done.  It might not provide much protection but it should be better than nothing.  Although… I think I might be able to make it a little tougher.  But only after you put it on.  I don’t want to mess with the fit.”  He moved over to the food and examined it carefully, analyzing it and noting the slightly pungent fragrance and other traits before taking a bite.  It wasn’t great… but it was food and he wasn’t going to complain.  “I’ll eat a few bites while you get dressed then I’ll try to make it a little tougher.  It’s on the branch over there.”  He finished, waving a small piece of torn-off food with lesser force to indicate the direction.

Presuming that Nira got dressed as instructed, Femus would have had enough food to not be distracted by hunger and would appraise the fit and look expressionlessly.  “Not bad.  I’ll be able to do better with more practice but it’ll do for now.  Hold still.  I have to touch the dress for this to work and I need to work fast, before the leaves finish dying.”

Femus would then drift over and touch the leaves of the dress, one at a time, using Growth deliberately and carefully to strengthen the cell walls and vascular walls of the leaves.  It might make them stiffer but it would also add force absorption to a simple dress.  If he ran low on mana, he would pause and meditate until he could finish the job.  Only when the job was done would he move away again and rest his body on the branch.

“What do you think?”  He asked with a little uncertainty in his heart.  He had never thought he would be making girl’s clothes, nevermind armor.  Hopefully it wasn’t too bad.  “Maybe you should move around a bit to get used to the feel of it?  I… have something I need to work on for a bit.”

With that said, Femus formed a Shock Round 1.  Then, he concentrated on its shape, pulling it into an elongated oval.  Then he pulled further, trying to make it into a thin bladed dart with just enough core thickness to keep it strong.  He also compressed the mana and added as much as necessary.  His goal was to increase flight speed, reduce wander, and increase penetration force.  He wanted to have a spell that could pierce the vitals of enemies stronger than goblins… in a single shot.  Endurance is still the wisp’s weakness in battle.  Killing enemies quickly is vital.

This was not a project that Femus expected to complete quickly.  He kept at it, meditating up to overfull status every time he ran out and going right back to it.  He would only try to fire the spell when its form was where he wanted it to be, and then he would target the ground first.  Once the spell was complete and functional, that would be the time to test its piercing power.