He repeated this, over and over, until his chest started to hurt and he could feel his arms shaking. He kept his jaw tight, like it might give him focus. One more shot here. One more here. Another, Dante, another. He was losing strength, but not fast enough to discourage him. He fought an invisible war, where the other team’s only strength was their walls and barricades. He blew through them, feeling their magic dissipating into the air around him, along with his own magic. Somewhere far away, he could hear the twins grunting and holding back shouts of pain, but it didn’t matter to him. Nothing matter but the jungle of magic, now.
He didn’t like the idea of a bunch of strangers sprawling out all over his furniture, so he placed the one piece of furniture he could clean - the couch with the cover - directly across from the door, so that everyone would sit there without thinking.
