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Re: On the Sorcerers' Tower
Even while waiting on her command, once the shield comes down, there's another new sensation for Vincent. He's a potent spellcaster, one of Earth's better, due to his practice and blood.

Here, he's a novice. Literally hundreds on the other side have enough inborn magical might to challenge the full blooded gods themselves, casters on par with Vincent's mother, and some even on par with Loki. Spells that he'll probably grasp fully in two hundred more years of intense study and analysis fly about the battlefield. Here, he's not the master - but one of the thin line of defense that the Asgardians depend upon to work together and protect the troops when they're opposed by Dark Elf shadow magic, Frost Giant shamans as old as the mountains, and hordes and hordes of demons whose very blood boils with sorcerous power. There can be no grandstanding here - in many cases, entire cadres of wizards are needed in concert to shield units of troops from massive fireballs, or to unweave dark elven underworld illusions.

His own bent for such trickery gives him some small edge, as well as the capacity for understand what he's seeing to grasp just how much he has yet to learn.