Wood splintered, falling to pieces, the pillar broke down, taking what it was supporting with it in its fall, dust was risen, and only silence followed to destruction.
"Alright, your aim is… Fine actually, you just have no control over your own spell and it flickers around like a drunk fly in a hurricane" Helena waved her hand, blowing away the debris, revealing Milo's poor track record.
A single target was placed in the space in front of them, it was intact, unlike the wall behind it, which had more holes in it than cheese.
Milo's inner manipulation was much too rough to form a stable spell just yet, he couldn't really correct the trajectory with outer manipulation since he wasn't gifted enough in that department to hope to do anything with it at the moment.
Whilst Milo had appeared to have average talent in most categories, he had shown tremendous progress in certain aspects, enough to convince Helena that his talent was actually pretty great.
