Marco thinks quickly, he calls for Velenkoradi and two of his extra spirits and command them, "Play as cars my little birds of paradise, Pick up one of Arc's small fly spy drones and move at random directions, at ground level try to mimic the speed of the van... and I will make you invisible . Be safe my allies." His head was aching from the previous spell -but his new power focus provided clarity, he weaved 3 spells at the same time, they did not come out that well - but all 3 were successful, and with that 3 more invisible spirits were trying to distract any would be attackers.
"Arc, they are going to physically take your flying eyes and move them around... if they have deckers let them hack these drones it will only delay and confuse our attackers."
He said - but as the time was dire, there was no time to consult.
Marco can weave up to skill/2 =3 threads of mana at the same action, he will recklessly cast 3 invisibility spells (F1) and use 9 reagents to set their limit to 3, they are F1 spells - just like the one on the car - hopefully it will confuse them once Arc dodges these rockets it will be more difficult to follow the van. (if we survive that is).
He has 15 dice -2 for sustaining a spell -1 for wound penalties = 12 dice/3 = 4 dice for each spell.
Invisibility spells:
Invisibility F3: 3#4d6t5 1 3 1
no drain.
drain: 3#11d6t5 2 3 4
oh and now Marco takes -8 dice for spell sustaining so - that trick pretty much means that he just seats there unresponsive to the external world holding his cross and praying for his sister.
With that deed done "Marco needed all his attention to just prevent the spells from collapsing, four spells were a lot and Firefly was not there to
comfort him for doing so - oh how fast did things escalate with that one. There was his sister and that odd link and memories, he was overwhelmed and unaware of his surrounding. He prayed and fantasized and in his mind he was somewhere else... in another world where she was safe and pure and innocent and he was still an escort.
How fucked up is that - that searching his entire life for happiness - the only moments are with Yelena and before that with Shilla. Can't I love someone less dangerous ? Will I never be truly happy? Marco felt as if his shreds of sainity were collapsing - it was all mechanisms of control... religion, memory manipulation, the priests Agrat, Sam and given the situation, perhaps even Yelena - he was a like pinokyo allowing external forces to puppet master him into their own interests - their own desires...
and what did he want? Could his sister even be safe? Perhaps she was the one doing the manipulation in the first place? Was she really captured or did she work with them the entire time? She knew so much more magic then him, she could not possibly be defiant. It took Marco all his learning capacity to fortify his mind - how could she retain herself if she passed the same treatment? So his sister was trying to undo what Agrat did?! - Was she like the rest of them? forming an emotional attachment only to bring him back into submission and control? And Marco? He never was free - his only freedom was to trade one puppet master to another.
He was lost, and flying so much mojo at the same time just escalated his emotions and his paranoia - P
erhaps they already have me and this is all a game. Perhaps I am in their interrogation room right now... how else would I hear my sister in a middle of a freaking death... trap.
or did I die and my mind is refusing to let go? Can't move on ? am I roaming the earth like a ghost - oh please ... God? Satan? is anyone even listening? I just need a rest... Can't I just forget how to use magic? is this gift refundable? All my problems seem to come out of the same point - I can do extraordinary things. Can't I just be mundane for crying out loud? Why did I get all these abilities if I cannot be free? Cannot harm people and struggle with values that nobody shares, nobody appreciates - what is the point in pacifism when people are launching rockets at you. When other people are training you to kill, Is that another cruel joke? Why are life so important to me when they are worth nothing to anyone else?