[chaos magic and eldritch magic collide, strings of energy, apparently flimsy, only to knock against each other with the force that fuels them from within each of its users. it certainly is different, in the horizon, but there is no denying that they are both making use of magic within this space.
and wanda knows she cannot hurt him, not physically. not here.
when her magic connects and he careens back with the force of it, wanda uses her magic to keep herself off the ground. the scarlet that surrounded floor and wall and ceiling falling back like static, forcing her to her feet as it struggles, against the backlash of her emotions, to keep steady.
but she does not stop, a barrage of red spell after red spell thrown out of her hands as she approaches him, waves of red thrown towards him; some hit, some fizzle out, they don't even keep to the same shape and size. with every step, another attempt at a red spell forms in her hands.]
He begged me to kill him, and you just gave Thanos the stone!
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and wanda knows she cannot hurt him, not physically. not here.
when her magic connects and he careens back with the force of it, wanda uses her magic to keep herself off the ground. the scarlet that surrounded floor and wall and ceiling falling back like static, forcing her to her feet as it struggles, against the backlash of her emotions, to keep steady.
but she does not stop, a barrage of red spell after red spell thrown out of her hands as she approaches him, waves of red thrown towards him; some hit, some fizzle out, they don't even keep to the same shape and size. with every step, another attempt at a red spell forms in her hands.]
He begged me to kill him, and you just gave Thanos the stone!