Magnus: N-n-no! I-I am a m-m-mage.
Sayoko: O Rly?
Magnus: Y-Ya R-R-Rly.
Sayoko: Alright then, let’s see your powers, but tell you what. You’re going to show our men what you can do. Succeed, and you’ll be my right-
Francis: Ahem.
Sayoko: *Sigh* Left hand man.
Magnus: R-really?
Sayoko: BUT, there’s a catch. If you don’t live up, I’ll have them chop off your legs before impaling you and leaving you to rot. Off we go!
*In front of the barracks*
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*Several hundred soldiers stand at attention while Sayoko, Francis, and Magnus face them.*
Sayoko (pointing to a huge boulder): Well?
Magnus: O-okay.
*He holds his hand toward the boulder. For a moment, his hand glows with a scarlet aura.*
Sayoko: . . . Well, that was lame.
*Suddenly, a fireball the size of a giant’s torso bursts out of a seal on Magnus’ palm, obliterating the boulder and raining debris everywhere.*
Sayoko: I think we have our winner!
*Just as everyone starts cheering, another fireball rips through the air, detonating in front of a group of soldiers.*
Sayoko (to Magnus): What the fuck are you doing?!
Magnus: Fireball . .. Fireball! FIREBALL!!!!!!!
*He sprays the area with fireballs. Soldiers and civilian spectators alike flee in terror.*
*After a few minutes, Magnus collapses.*
Francis: At least he’s powerful . . .
Sayoko: . . .
*SLAP*
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