Lugh felt the weight of the gun in his hands—cold, solid, reliable. Then he turned to the elf, Lance.
"Why did you attack me with wind?"
Silence.
The question made no sense. And after suffering at Lugh's hands, the elf wasn't particularly enthusiastic about cooperating.
Lugh shook his head.
"Allow me to rephrase."
He turned to face all the elves in the room.
"Why do you all use wind magic as an offensive spell?"
Selaphiel knew he was getting somewhere, but the incessant questions were becoming tiresome.
"Get to the point"
She stated impatiently.
He didn't flinch.
"No, I'm really curious. Rather than going through the effort and consuming more energy than necessary to manifest wind—a natural element—why don't you just blast your opponents with pure magic? Like Force Control?"
Jahira sighed, the sound laced with contempt.
"That should be obvious."
She paused, then smirked.
