My Second Life Is A Heroic Power Fantasy 34 Magic Matters

Jack glanced behind him to see that Rose and the other gnolls were gone, which served to only increase the amount of panic he was feeling increase dramatically. Where had they gone? Was she okay? Had they gotten her too? What was he going to do? Think, Jack! THINK!

As if on cue, he remembered the first wish he made.

Oh, right. You're a sorcerer, dumba.s.s. Now melt their faces off or something!

Jack stopped moving backwards, and centered himself again, bringing his hands together in front of him and closing his eyes as he focused on trying to bring the right spell to mind. The image appeared in his mind's eye, and like clockwork, the trigger word fragments began appearing into his mind in a flurry. He tried to bring them together into some semblance of order, trying desperately to remember which trigger piece stood for which effect as he heard the gnolls drawing closer. He'd had so much practice doing it with Eleanor. Why did it have to be so much harder now?!

Finally, just as he heard one of the gnolls snarl and the sc.r.a.pe of something metal, the correct word fragments fell into place as he remembered the correct combination.

"FILIPENDULOUS!"

He opened his eyes and threw his hands out in front of him just as the closest gnoll swung at him. A sudden burst of energy shot from his hands and slammed into the gnoll, knocking it nearly a dozen feet backwards as the energy surrounded it and coagulated into hundreds of feet of steel cable binding the gnoll's legs together, and its arms to its sides, causing it to drop the axe in its claw to the ground with a clatter. The other two gnolls froze in place, their new-found confidence having suddenly vanished in the face of this new development.

Jack lowered his hands, and, seeing the axe on the ground in front of him, bent down and picked it up. He leaned back up, and looked at the two standing gnolls, who were glancing back and forth between each other and him, deciding whether or not to try their luck any further. Jack took another deep breath, and felt his sense of calmness start to return again. He could take two of them. Definitiely.

He was surprised by his sudden self-a.s.surance. Not even fifteen seconds ago he'd been panicking, and here he was, feeling perfectly capable of facing down two heavily armed mutant hyena men again. This was already getting a lot easier.

That was, also, going to take some getting used to.

Jack gripped the gnoll axe in his hand a little tighter, and started to walk towards the other two.

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No sooner had he taken a step towards them than the pair turned and ran back towards the town square they'd come from, dropping their weapons with a clatter as they sprinted away, their tails quite literally between their legs.

Jack stopped, and dropped the axe in his hand. He almost felt disappointed that they decided to run. As he watched them run into the distance, it suddenly occurred to him that he should probably stop them before they got away.

He cleared his mind, and envisioned the spell. Finding the correct word fragments wasn't hard. He had an absolutely vivid image of the first time he'd cast it before.

He took a deep breath, threw up his hands, drew them together, and shouted the trigger word he'd probably never be able to forget.

"RACHMANINOFF!"