Magic & Transvolution

Chapter 8: Sorcerous and Intellicate.

"Sandwiches?" Ramon questions, his head stops glowing. He eyes the table: Delicious sandwiches resting on plates, split into twos.

"Yeah. I fixed those for you three. You're welcome."

"Thank you, sir." Ramon looks at Ada. "And thank you too for healing me." His head tilts. "I don't know how you and Justin can heal others on the spot."

Ada's hands slide into her pockets, smiling. "Healing is a Sorcerous' specialty."

"A Sorcerous' specialty?"

"Mhm." She snaps her fingers. "Which reminds me: This is the perfect time to inform you about them."

"Sweet! Finally some answers." Ramon hops, his tail wagging.

"While you three dine, I'll go check on your clothes and see if they're done washing," Clinton says.

Justin snaps his fingers, winking at Clinton with finger guns. "You got it ol—I mean, classic man," he says, Clinton raising his brow.

The elder exits the diner, the three heading to the table: Ramon hops on the chair that's at the end, the others sitting at the chairs beside. The Zorua gazes at the sandwich, his paw laying on the soft, squishy bread. Mayonnaise oozes out, the cheese occupying it.

The fox tilts his head, the crest looking as slick as a straight line. The baloney and cheese drench in buttery deluxe, the Zorua drooling.

"Ramon?" Ada says. "Weren't you listening?"

"Hmm?" Ramon shakes his head, ears lower. "Sorry. I haven't eaten in awhile." He leans down, biting his sandwich: Mouth-watering tastebud enlighten throughout. "Mmm." Swallows. "So good!" He sighs, smiling.

Ada snacks on her sandwich, absorbing the serviceable textures before swallowing. "Mmf, agreed!"

"I needed this after being stuck in that facility for who knows how long..." His ears lower.

The teen nods. "I understand completely. Justin and I have traveled for ages since our village was destroyed two months ago." She sighs. "Glad to finally have something to eat."

"Yeah!" Ramon takes another bite, wagging his tail. "Now what were you saying about Sorcerous and Intellicate?"

Ada waves her hand around. "I was saying: Sorcerous are humans that can use a new Type called the Magic type." The girl whips out her purple claws, sparkles flicker. "This allows us to think of any kinds of Magic moves." Her claws retract. "This includes my Enchantment Claws and Justin's Sorcery Blades, for instance."

"Huh." Ramon's paw nudges beneath his snout. "I see then."

Justin munches. "Althouff, weve do have ourff limit," he says, gulping down his food as Ada scrunches up. "There's two types of attacks Sorcerous have: Primary and Secondary. Primary lets us think of any moves, but it can only be one. For some reason, we can't think of more than one Primary move." Shrugs. "Not sure why."

"Hmm?" Ramon raises his brow. "So if you only can think of one Primary move, then how can you two use Mystical Projectile?"

"Well you see, this is where Secondary attack comes in." Ada bites her sandwich, swallowing. "Or attacks, I should say. Since Secondary consists of two Magic moves that every Sorcerous has: Mystical Projectile and Mystical Shield." Her hand waves about. "Mystical Projectile behaves similar to, say, a gun with unlimited ammo. It doesn't necessarily rapid fire things, but it does its job shooting, nonetheless. Try not to rely on it entirely because it's less powerful than the Primary attack."

Justin leans forward. "And then Mystical Shield just...protects us from any hits." Shrugs. "Not much we can say about that. It explains itself, man."

"Yep. Although, the shield can be any color: Blue, purple, black—You name them all. As far as we're concerned, the colors don't determine anything."