Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20161019040608/@comment-26444332-20161019234900

Azarias leaps backwards, shadow-wings flaring, and rakes his fingers through the air, palm trailing golden light.

'From the west I draw the essence of the yin and the yang,' he calls. 'Fire Order!'

Light explodes, blinding the Grand Marshal, but in that instant Manteau's own Stigma flares, and suddenly he sees. He can see every component to the spell Azarias just used, and somehow just knows that were he to speak those words, and use that sign, the spell would work for him now.