"Oh? You think so do you, "henri"? well then..."

Ember discretely put the wand down, and extended his bare hand.

"I need the focus for control-- It's a tool-- an instrument. It's useless without the hand of the musician-- but if you want to see what I myself am--- "

Ember grinned mischievously. He was CERTAIN this would knock him back down again, and kick him in the balls hard for doing, but this little shit needed the lesson.

with a sudden thrust of his right hand, he placed it palm down on the man's chest, then inhaled more than just the air. The fire sputtered and threatened to die, and the sky seemed to lose some of its azure hue, while ember himself seemed to practically intensify in the color of his hair, lips, and eyes-- a technicolor spectacle, as a huge sum of the ambient, native magic in the vicinity got drawn toward and into him.

"Bear in mind, dahling, I'm NOT at full power..."


Bright incandescence erupted between the joints of the mechanical form, as it rapidly absorbed the torrential flow, reached saturation, then attempted to expel the excess to avoid damage.  ---The flow continued, and increased.

"When I said it would pop my wand, I wasn't kidding, dahling--- So, is this enough, or do you need more?" 

That wicked smile of his seemed almost demonic, with the intensity of the magic flowing through and around it. 

The flow continued to increase...

Ember had EVERY intention of popping this little doll like an overinflated balloon. Swirling sigils and magical formulae that had been laid when the shell was cast began to become visible, swirl, and writhe on the surface of the shell, then after-echos of the casting rebounded in the intense barrage-- a subtle whispering of female voices--

"SO, it was a GROUP effort--"  mused Ember with a titter...

The flow increased even more....