Chapter Seven: Orbal Warfare

"From fizzle to fire... "
"Not yet, Fam. Not -quite- yet." The golden golem was a full corridor away; so far, it had diverted into about three or four doors already, one even including a woman's shrill scream. Lyle had winced, as though it were his own . . in a sense, perhaps.
"But that's your quarters..."
"Right. We want to see what it does."
Ihrie was certainly ready to use her flashline of ice - but the consequences were enough to tide her over. Being a mouse wasn't a particularly pleasant occurence, even with Rasha there to freak out.
Slowly Lyle crept forward, and the troupe followed - Ihrie had to nearly strangle Gill to keep him quiet - until they were immediately before Ihrie's room.
Inside, the golem had removed its head - indeed, it was the same orb Ihrie had once owned - and sat before it, waiting for instructions of whatever sort.
This, of course, was the perfect -
"...from sizzles of fate..."
Fam was still trying to remember the incantation, tapping her forehead as though it would help.
"Wait until we get IN!" snapped Rasha.
The golem heard, and its removed head turned, a blink sending a flashline of lightning at them - the most they could do, clustered in the door, was to crash into each other.
Lyle's eyes bulged, trying to hold the Sword steady, while a flashline of ice flew at the golem and Ihrie reverted into a small, speaking mouse. "There goes Rasha," it muttered, watching the mage collapse into a near-death faint.
The Reybart prince-king tossed a gray pill into Ihrie's mouth with practiced aim, but even that didn't help. Another flashline, this one of ground-searing flame, slid along after them.
Lyle blocked this one with the Sword, but shook his head. The only other time it had blocked anything, it occured to Ihrie, was with the enhancement of the Spirits. The Spirits..
Any implication left her mind as she darted a panicked gaze back at Fam in the corridor rear. The golem's flashline would hit her straight on.
"Fam!" The Wiggan looked up, and smiled a smile only Fam could bring.
"...bid the two powers, and make the other ones late!"
It brought just the right intensity, with her high-pitched squeak. Ihrie still hadn't figured out how Wiggans - at least brighter ones - could fit so well with their spells.
They did, though; that was the important thing.
As the horizontal flame flashed out toward the golem, Ihrie jumped into Lyle, knocking him out of the way. She made it a point to get beyond its path; she knew the power of the Wiggan fizzle.
Intense it was. Yellow, red, blue - it slid through the full color spectrum, even pulling a purple on its way past. Fam's grin was sheepish but big, both for good reason. It annihilated over half of Ihrie's possessions - later, everyone in the palace swore they heard her groan that day - and even went through the wall.
Lyle's own groan was never heard, for a fearful silence slid over the group, waiting for the smoke to clear. It took a good five minutes, in which nearly no one moved, even Gill, the end of which involved Rasha walking up tentatively.
The head-orb was where it had been, but the golem was vanished, as though never there.
Rasha knew better than that. She grabbed the head - now cooled of the fizzle - and shook it in a blind fury.
"Where's Miguel?" she screamed.