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💀 Happy Harbour.

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💀 Those Present.
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People had started to speak their minds. Responses were being offered, and even Kassandra had something to share. Each statement brought another thought to mind, and it was growing exceedingly clear that Green Arrow was less popular than expected among the members of this newly formed team. However, Zach and Kassandra took a step outside the question they had been asked, and displayed an interesting point. 

For most, varied capabilities would certainly aid in a battle. Casper was, however; a bit of an exception. He could not [i]run out[/i] of magic, as it had been phrased, and no components were used when weaving his powers. However, the boy’s weaknesses remained elsewhere. Casper was helpless against artificial life forms, but no amount of physical training could change that. Was he going to claw an Android into pieces? An ironic thought, but hardly a reality which would come to pass.

[color=FFE4C4]” I appreciate the lesson..,”[/color] Casper began, speaking up for the first time, [color=FFE4C4]”But I hope relying on our physical strength isn’t mandatory..”[/color] Did the phantasmal entity coated in a vague but noticeable dark cloud need to explain the reasons why different rules applied to him? Casper’s body was merely a shell, a container for the Necrotic magic within. That very magic was arguably his true self, simply using his body as a vehicle. Expecting the same training regime to work for every individual in a team composed of entities worlds apart was foolish. For Casper, his magic was as much a biological part of his body as the boy’s limbs. If by chance he was unable to utilize this magic in an area, a suppression field would likely have been prepared, which in turn would prevent him from entering in the first place, considering how his very being would have been repelled by such powerful spellcraft. 

With all of that presented, however, Casper did find it paramount to learn of others’ fighting styles and how to adapt. He was more than capable of conjuring forth his powers in melee combat, given enough training. As long as Black Canary and his teammates weren’t expecting him to throw a punch. This was already a hurdle passed with Zatanna. Much like Zach, she had suggested physical training to the Wraithborn, with little to show for it. 

A Wraithborn wasn’t a physical combatant, and no amount of training would change that. Asking Casper to fight without his magic fell along the same lines of asking Viktor to fight without his arms, or his legs for that matter. “Hah, you can show them that you have your teleportation on point, at least! Zatanna made sure of that.” Coal cawed with a chuckle. Maintaining a safe distance to your opponent was true for every combatant. “…so can you regulate your magic enough not to cause paralysis?” 

Casper had learned how to prevent his spells from damaging the essence of whatever entity it came in contact with. He did not, however, think that he could go beyond that. All in all, Hex wasn’t a very spar-friendly creature, but he would make the best of it. [color=FFE4C4]”No..,”[/color] the boy returned.

“Sweet!” Coal exclaimed. Yes, this would be a disaster. “Can you regulate your magic enough not to cause organic matter to die?” The physical side of Necromancy, targeting the body rather than the soul. While fully capable of this, Casper preferred the spectral side of his magic. It was less messy, and far more versatile.

[color=FFE4C4]”…no..”[/color] Casper repeated, his eyes lowering to the ground.

“You’ve got this, kid!” Coal joked. A disaster indeed.