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"really? You think so?" Scooter asked. He smiled. "That's an interesting way of thinking! Well, I'll keep that in mind! I'll try to be negative!" he laughed.
Dadramora smiled. "That's not what I meant. That goes against your personality Scooter. Your negative and my negative are two seperate things, I was just expressing my point of view. How would you like to learn how to use a bow and arrow or a spear or something?"
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
"It takes much more energy than normal magic, and even the basic spells are energy consuming. For example-" Dadramora held out his hand,"-Nan." A small ball of water appeared in his hand. He looked at it, then motioned for Scooter to touch it. (The water is going to be extremely hot and its going to feel electical in a way)
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Scooter, oblivious and naive, decided to touch the ball of water. It sent a small bit of a shock through his finger, but his body was made to work with any type of water, so it didn't harm him. Scooter pulled his hand back. "That's cute!" He exclaimed. " A little ball of water!"
Dadramora laughed. Then he made the water dance, and then he did something with it that water wouldn't normally do. He split it into the seperate parts, and the water disappeared. "Dragon magic isn't simply the art of making something, it's the art of understanding it so that you can split it into its seperate parts. The water is still there, just not as water, but as its two seperate components."
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Dadramora smiled again. "If you know something like the back of your hand, then you can control it like your hand." He looked at the pew next to him. He held out a hand, and then drained all the moisture from the wood, purified it, then put it back in. He made branches grow from the dead wood, and green buds exploded from the oak. Dadramora gasped from the exertion, then looked at Scooter. "Vana, Nin, Nan, Eth. Fire, Ice, Water, Earth. I understand them all. With the proper amount of power, I could drain the water from your body and kill you. Or take every mineral out and leave you to die from malnutrition, or give you mineral poisoning. I could use the heat from your body and heat you up until you combust upon yourself. I could freeze the blood in your veins and leave you to die. If you understand, then you have all the power over everything. It just depends on how you use it, and how much power you have within yourself to make these things happen."
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Scooter stood back again. The lists of possible ways Dadramora could kill him was frightening. "A-Aha. Yeah. I guess so. Well, if you know all this why don't you sneak up and kill that god guy when he least expects it? That would work!"
"Not that simple Scooter. He knows all of this too. He also knows the sixth type of magic, the one nobody knows except him. Energy magic. Extremely powerful, it is magic in itself. It can cause damage you've never seen. And again, you have to have enough power to actually do that. No point in getting it half done and either going unconcious or dying before the job's done. Plus, he's immortal. He can only be killed by a battle wound, which is difficult to do it he's actually trying. His combat skills are on a seperate level from everybody else alive. Five Great Ones couldn't even defeat him."
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
"Damn." Scooter cursed. "I suppose I wouldn't last long in battle! I don't have many good ideas!" He said with a laugh. "Do you have a specific plan on what you're going to do?"
