Nancy stood in the center of the gymnasium, her violin propped lightly in the crook of her shoulder, bow hovering over the strings. She gently peeled out a melody, her aura igniting the dust in the chords and her semblance directing the energy into the glyph forming on the ground below her. The pattern of weblike arabesque below Nancy’s feet glowed golden, and a wave of energy flowed out and at Sharrar.
Sharrar felt the wave of Nancy’s power flow through her body, channeled and focused through the violin’s song. Her body felt lighter, quicker, readier. Raising her chakrams, Sharrar took to a toe and spun lightly, releasing the bladed rings in a burst of aura. The dust crystals which linked them transmitted the electric charge of Nancy’s body buff into the weapons, and they crackled with static power as they sliced into the practice dummies.