Listening to Bob, he wondered what he meant by his last statement. "Clash, clash what? What would we be having clash with each other, our magics? I am pretty sure if we did that, mine would come out superior. I'm a good bit more skilled than you in reimancy." While saying this, there was still a bit of his concentration resting on his res floating as a gas up in the air. Not for controlling it, that took hardly any thought for him. No, it was on using the res. He wanted to use it, but he was not entirely sure how. He could throw another bolt of lightning... That would be nice... Though Clyde was not realizing it, he was slowly slipping into unreasoning. He would soon find some reason to use his res, what this would be for was anyone's guess. He had already extruded the res, so using it would not hurt him further, however his previous overgiving was slowly prodding him into using the rest of what he had floating there. And most likely this one would not be for as good a reason, if for a actual reason at all, or something seen as a valid reason by someone completely right at the moment. |