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The problem with having a skill of very limited use is that it soon atrophies if not used regularly. Being a dutiful faun, if no longer actually honour bound to practice, Gil feels he ought to practice his.
On the edges of the virtual alleged wood that some see and some don't, he draws his wand and begins the series of exercises he has spent the last two years formulating. In quick succession the spells roll off his tongue - freezing, slicing, boiling, slashing, rending, atomising - all the ways possible to make a man's, or woman's or child's, body a horror. Then he puts his wand away and does it again without, his concentration exact, unwavering. One can't afford lapses in concentration when training the gallant boys and girls in scarlet robes because they'd eat one for breakfast and spit out the bones.
When he has finished - not even breathing particularly harshly - he puts right the damage he has done and goes into the bar to start work for the day.
On the edges of the virtual alleged wood that some see and some don't, he draws his wand and begins the series of exercises he has spent the last two years formulating. In quick succession the spells roll off his tongue - freezing, slicing, boiling, slashing, rending, atomising - all the ways possible to make a man's, or woman's or child's, body a horror. Then he puts his wand away and does it again without, his concentration exact, unwavering. One can't afford lapses in concentration when training the gallant boys and girls in scarlet robes because they'd eat one for breakfast and spit out the bones.
When he has finished - not even breathing particularly harshly - he puts right the damage he has done and goes into the bar to start work for the day.