He's seen plenty of it, but the mage units employed by the city are regulated and augmented with technology to the point of sterility, and magic outside of that is even more restricted. Generally speaking, magic in the city is both violent and watered-down, and is a far cry from the stories of what mages had capable of back when the world had been more balanced.
This isn't anything like that, nor is it like the draconic magic that sets his teeth on edge.
Back when Vicent had first told him about his sword and what it's supposedly capable of, he'd try to imagine what those claims would even look like in person. What he'd pictured had been much more akin to just a ludicrously-sharp sword, and not some magic-laced thing that seemed to cauterize its target in half.
Vincent's question jostles Irahl out of his enamored staring, and he repeats the slow circle around the vehicle that he'd done before. He's mostly staring in fascination at the cooling and perfectly-cleaved edge of metal... until he stops at a point on the other side of the vehicle directly across from Vincent.
There's the clang of him kicking a bit of intact metal in what should have been the path of the blade.
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He's seen plenty of it, but the mage units employed by the city are regulated and augmented with technology to the point of sterility, and magic outside of that is even more restricted. Generally speaking, magic in the city is both violent and watered-down, and is a far cry from the stories of what mages had capable of back when the world had been more balanced.
This isn't anything like that, nor is it like the draconic magic that sets his teeth on edge.
Back when Vicent had first told him about his sword and what it's supposedly capable of, he'd try to imagine what those claims would even look like in person. What he'd pictured had been much more akin to just a ludicrously-sharp sword, and not some magic-laced thing that seemed to cauterize its target in half.
Vincent's question jostles Irahl out of his enamored staring, and he repeats the slow circle around the vehicle that he'd done before. He's mostly staring in fascination at the cooling and perfectly-cleaved edge of metal... until he stops at a point on the other side of the vehicle directly across from Vincent.
There's the clang of him kicking a bit of intact metal in what should have been the path of the blade.
"Missed a spot."