04-04-2009, 02:43 PM
"Too late-" Vook growled, standing in front of Dot now, preparing a different spell. "Even if you turn the tables against us, I've always got the upper hand, Thorne. You seem to forget that." she grinned, before clenching her fist, a burst of magical energy surrounding her and Dorothy, millions of tiny particles swirling all around them. "I can counter, reflect, and use every spell you throw at us."
