“You’re a Moonsword. A lot of your magic’s aimed at fighting lycan infections, right?” Isshin’s whiskers fanned out as he braced his guildmate; flattened back as reddened skin discolored and stretched. “Don’t suppose you’ve got anything that could help this go any easier?”
Kirito looked at Dynamm, and Tae’s worried tears, and their entwined hands. “…Let me check some notes.”
Somehow, it didn’t surprise Klein that Kirito had a lot of notes.
Argo says they keep poking what they know about Draconic, Klein recalled. Issin’s bought some interesting augment phrases off of her….
And Kirito had stopped flipping, lingering on a specific page. Klein leaned forward, even though he knew he wouldn’t be able to read half the words floating in air. “Found something?”
“Maybe.” Kirito’s lips moved soundlessly, shaping the words. He frowned. “The spell wasn’t meant for this. But darkfire’s tied to the Plane of Shadow, so maybe….”
“What does that mean?” Dynamm managed, panting. “I thought all the outer planes were tied to Aincrad’s moons. And there’s no shadow moon.”
“Shadow’s not an outer plane,” Issin filled him in, handing Tae a cloth to wipe some of the sweat off her boyfriend’s brow. “Shadow’s a part of this world; just like the ethereal plane is, where you find ghosts and spirits. Just kind of… sideways to us.”
“Sideways, and behind,” Kirito agreed; half-gloved hands fingering air, testing out the motions he’d need to cast. “Shadows holds reflections of everything in this world. Even magic already at work. Argo has some ideas for double fireballs….” He let the words die, and took a deep breath. “I have a spell meant to let you adapt to a deadly environment. Like a blazing desert, or a hoarfell, or even a typhoon trying to drown you.”
“Um.” Klein scratched his head. “That’s not exactly what we’ve got here.”
“It all depends on how you define environment.” A fleeting grin lit Kirito’s face. “If you’re caught in a fireball – that’s an environment, too.”