(04-14-2015, 08:44 AM)Nebbs Wrote: Nebula dove out of the way of the fire blast, the flames setting the frayed edges of her old robes to flame and singing her hair. She was ready she had practice's this move for days.... Rolling and coming up on her feet Nebula was already casting as she pulled out her trusty wand to dusoatch her opponent. Words of power came like song from her lips and the Aethe and elements flowed through her.. Spoon! She was holding an old wooden spoon where her wand was supposed to be, maybe cooking before a fight was a bad idea? It was too late the spell was and the spoon was wood, how bad could it be?Killing Them with Kindness Limit Break level 1,000
Nebula's hand spun making the spoon follow complex stirring patterns and release the magics. Then destruction was released at her for in the form of muffins, stone chipped muffins that pelted the target in a cakey soft  pebble dash.
"Take that hair singer, I am not to be trifled with. Fear my spoon!"
Then she ran.
