Magic Blast

             Magic Blast is the most basic spell that any Mage can master.  It requires only an effort of Will to summon the necessary forces and when the Mage is ready, they can release the Magical energy in a shimmering bolt of pure force.  The blast will then speed unerringly towards the Mage’s chosen target and envelop them in a crackling, Magical energy.
            The Blast has no effect on anything other than living flesh and can be prevented by many simple Magical defences such as Magical Shield.  Against another Mage or Elemental creature, this spell is virtually useless, but it is a potent spell when dealing with threatening bandits or brigands or even when simply out hunting for lunch.
            Magic Blast does 5 points of damage to the first living flesh that it comes in contact with.  The casting Mage has to be able to see the flesh that they are aiming at but this is not usually a problem with most opponents.  Against foes hidden by either Magical or mundane means, Knights completely encased in armour for example, it is of no use what-so-ever. 

           Timac froze as he heard bushing breaking in the woods to the side of the narrow path that he was walking down.  Seconds later, the scrub in front of him parted and two men dressed in the ragged remains of uniforms stepped out.  Timac knew that he was facing deserters from the army of Lord Calloway and he knew that such men were all outlaws and brigands.
            “Greetings kind sir,” said the first deserter, a large man with his open shirt displaying a scarred chest.  “It grieves me to tell you that when you use this road you must pay a toll, but such is the way of the world.”
            Grinning, the deserter put his hand meaningfully on the hilt of his shortsword.
            “And what exactly would this toll be?” asked Timac although he was sure that he already knew the answer.
            “Why, everything that you own of course,” laughed the deserter as he took a step forward.
            With the slightest frown of concentration, Timac summoned the forces necessary to cast a bolt of Magical energy and sent the blast out towards his foe.  The bolt flew directly into the face of the deserter, energy crackling into his eyes, ears, nose and mouth.  Blood and sticky fluids poured from the man’s ruined eyes sockets and mingled with the mucus and saliva that an from his open mouth.  Falling to the ground, the unfortunate man screamed and clawed at the ruined flesh of his face.  Timac calmly summoned another Blast and cast it at the deserter again.
            This blast slammed into the injured man’s chest, stopping the heart and shredding the strong muscles that protected it.  The deserter twitched once, coughed up thick, dark blood over his face and neck, and died.
            Looking up from his victim, Timac saw the other deserter turn and flee into the woods.
            “Fools,” the Mage muttered to himself as he continued his journey homewards.

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