Magic School of Thot

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Headmaster Thottius bonked Dawn on the head with a staff.  "What did the school ever do to you?"

He shooed the girl so he could pick up the tiles and arrange them back by hand.  "You know, you fight like a Logon, despite not having a body to convey that power.  You must have seen one fight and copied its movements, because I cannot imagine one being a teacher.  After all, I've heard of them as aggressive and territorial creatures, and I fear any students they take would inherit those traits."

"I've also heard that they are actually the revived forms of dead trees.  And yet, I would hardly call them avatars of nature because dead trees no longer need water, soil or sun to grow."  Thottius mixed together some mortar.  "For what child does not splash the mud or dance in the rain?  What child is kept in the dark?  No, a child is not a walking husk, not one whose purpose is only to react.  A child should be plucking flowers so they can show love."

Thottius patted the tiles back in place and stood up.  "Well, this roof should be clean of owl droppings.  Thank you for listening to this old man's rambling."

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Trig shifted his sword into a lance to vault off the ground so that the puppet only struck the weapon.  "I almost forgot about it."

Venta wondered why Trig would react to the doll that way.

"Usually, summons would be as big or bigger than their foes for both offense and defense.  Even summons this small tend to have effects to reach a more reliable area like the chest."  Trig explained as he dropped down behind the puppet to pick it up by its head.  "The reason this puppet doesn't follow that pattern...is because it is not an attacker but a medium, am I right?"

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D summoned more balls and threw them, though rather than bounce, the ones that seem to stray off course were actually curveballs.  And she mapped them so that any that hit Hannah would redirect the pain to her hands.