Fan Fic: Contamination

[Sagasu]

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"What.. the.. fuck." He deliberately let his words drag on, so that his disdain was clearly noted. Once again dressed in his traditional FOnewm outfit, the young man stared at the weapon in disbelief. The first description that came to mind was a bird's head mounted on a stick, except that its beak pulsed a dull green. This 'cane' was supposedly supposed to make it easier for him to channel his powers effectively.

"The stone here," Ms. Jibun tapped a nail against the glowing rock,

"Is a replicate of those from the original meteorite. It naturally draws energy to it, making it easier for you to focus your own in one spot and shape it as necessary."

"I prefer to cast bare handed." The Newman snorted, still not wanting to lug around a five pound stick all day. Martha didn't falter,

"Prepare a RAfoie."

"Fine." Kangae held out both of his hands, letting the energy he had learned to harness channel through them to his fingertips. In his mind, he formed a symbol that would allow him to prepare the desired effect. Snaking lines of heated power formed this figure at his command, three dots encompassed by a hexagon with horizontal slashes through it. One would generally prepare this spell upon the space the foe is occupying, and once the binding hexagon was released the three dots would 'explode'. The main force from this explosion actually transfers into a ring of fire that the horizontal slashes make, then this would be free to expand and strike out everything in its path. The amount of effort required to cast RAfoie was tremendous, and if your symbol collapsed mid preparation the side effects could be disastrous. The FOnewm now held such a magic at bay a good twenty feet away from them in the training room.

"Good, now hold it." The teacher said with a smirk.

"What?" He grunted, the energy within the hexagon was screaming to get out. Martha said nothing, but merely affirmed her words with a piercing gaze. The Newman concentrated once more, not quite sure what his teacher was trying to prove. In a short amount of time, sweat formed on his brow, and his hands started to tremble. After a while, his body was shaking and his uniform was soaked with the strain of keeping the gathered power at bay. Finally his arms dropped and he was forced to sink to his knees. A bright flash and an orange sphere lit up the already illuminated room, soon followed by a blinding ring of white fire that spread out and quickly dispersed. The strength greatly drained by holding the spell for so long, it faded far before it could reach them.

"Get up, and try again." She said plainly, handing him the cane. Kangae grabbed the object and let his hand glide down the smooth metal to the grooves in the hilt, clasping it firmly in his palm, it felt clumsy and irregular. The length of his arm shook visibly as he made himself begin the process over again. Weaving fiery threads of light into shape and watching as the symbol flared to life. The weapon's tip shone brightly, making the transfer of energy between his body and the air much more smooth. Spell prepared, the FOnewm found it surprisingly easy to keep it in the proper shape. The cane allowed him to craft the magic with much more precision, tighter and stronger bonds woven into the burning tapestry. It was the the weight of the weapon that finally made him collapse, instead of the raw method of using yourself as a medium to transfer energy.

"Alright already, I get it." The newman looked at the item in his hand and suppressed a yawn. He wasn't able to get to sleep the night before, since both the holding his teacher over the toilet while she passed her liquor and the agonizing nightmares brought no allure to closing his eyes. Instead he had simply pondered all the recent event that brought questions to his mind, but unfortunately no answers could be found with the meager information he was provided with. Ms. Jibun had mentioned something about an android defense line, apparently the Pioneer 2 had enough of those for them to fall under the 'expendable' section. Kangae straightened out and rubbed his sore arms; Whenever he passed massive amounts of of energy through them into objects like that his muscles would take the consequences afterwards. The newman set down the cane, thinking about some information that seemed crucial at that point and time. The only effective spells, were ice? He frowned, knowing that he couldn't cast a successful barta to save his life.

The reason for this was simply because he was a 'fire mage'. Energies within oneself don't come in the flavors of fire, ice, and lightning, they have to be trained that way. Not everyone is born with magical talent, and most who are don't have much to brag about. Newmans however, were a fabricated race specifically designed for spell casting. A Newman's genes are specifically altered from special classes of humans, these classes exhibiting unusual amounts or variants of power. Humans are only able to cast two of three types of spells, light and healing, or dark and healing; The type of spell they are able to cast is greatly influenced by their emotions, and since one generally doesn't attack without some sort of negative feeling inside them, white mages are quite rare. Humans bodies are not quite adapted to the extremities which newman frames undergo, since Newman's experience the pain of fire, lightning, or ice when casting. Thus Newman's, unless defective, form immunities to their casting type. One immunity cannot be formed without depleting another, so in birth a Newman child basically practices one form of magic. Healing was mainly a universal magic, meaning it could be practiced by anyone without tempering with other energies. since the basic principal of healing was to spare some of your own energy to repair and replenish that of another, it wasn't exactly the hardest skill to learn. Though more advanced techniques require much knowledge and practice, a basic 'Resta' is something that all sentient hunters learn.

Now he harnessed a greater magical potential than most Newman's out there, since his genetics had been crafted from a line of prestigious mages. This was a fact that he actually cared to boast, though now he wished that his family had trained him to wield ice techniques. Martha glanced at him quizzically, as if expecting him to explain his silence.

"Will fire spells actually work against these things? Jennifer said that the spells the students cast were a waste of time." He asked, hoping that he could find some way to put his life's work to good use.

"Kangae, frightened, young students attempting to face certain death are hardly able to perform efficient spells. If you don't falter you should be fine." She replied as if it were the obvious. He just shrugged it off and turned his attention to her daughter, who was currently plugged into a VR battle simulation.

"So what is she up to in that mess?"

"She is going through a field were she can feel the pain of getting hit, and hopefully making her not to queasy in real situations. You and I shall be doing the same soon enough."

"You and I? Why am I getting special attention here?" The FOnewm asked, somewhat irritated by his teacher's smug attitude.

"This is your first time in VR, while she has received such training before. And you deserve it for being a brat." Martha answered, grinning.

"I'm not complaining, it gives me the chances to wipe that smile off your face."

"Oh so confident, lets see if that lasts."