A nasty spell adequately performed. Well done. I blew on my hands and rubbed them. It was the middle of winter and everyone was finding it cold, even me. My students resented my insistence on lessons continuing to be held outside, but I thought flying shards of wood might be a bad idea indoors. And if anyone didn’t like it, they could just not attend. No one took advantage of that option. Which was a good thing, because I wasn’t sure I had the authority to give it. “Excellent work, Tob.” He’d been having difficulty with that one. It was a cast I’d hated having to teach them. My first exposure to it had been witnessing it murder people. A sphere of black air and lightning surrounded a person and slowly killed them, leaving them writhing and screaming in pain. It was a horrible, disgusting thing to do. Kent’s casters had devised the spell, and if they had been able to create such a spell, it would be stupid to hope no one else had, or would. So Browne had created a cast that could bring the same results – I have no idea if it was the same as the cast Kent’s people had created – and had taught everyone in the casting Circle how to perform it.
