"Quaerite et conteret," the purple-haired witch formed a hand sign and aimed both of her palms in Lust's direction.
Her fingers wriggled swimmingly to mimic the waves, and tiny streams of water slithered out from the side of the banks; as if they were alive. Lust's ears perked up ever so slightly at the sound of trickling water nearby. He couldn't make out where it was coming from or how. The hypnotizing fluid snakes wrapped themselves around a stone boulder next to him as Wrath clenched both of her fists.
"Displodo," she clasped her hands together.
The rock exploded into sharp pebbles of puny rubbles. It startled both Wrath and Lust. The impatient student leaped away from to commotion and observed what had happened right beside him. The crumbled rocks were lying in a pool of water.
Lust scratched his head, astounded, "How did you do that from there? h-how did you do that at all?"
