[As it turns out, there's not a lot any of them can do right now about this situation—or at least, it's not coming to Kadoc's mind. But not much is. The whole thing is such a clusterfuck that he's resigned to operating on instinct until he can get a breather and get a look around to form a plan.
. . . But there are some serious downsides to instinct. For one thing, when Gareth leaps into his arms, that's what Kadoc leans on to catch her and hold her, but the instincts born of his years of magecraft back home completely override his much newer, less ingrained instincts of how to use his magic here in Camelot. Back home, he'd be able to do this and hold her up by buffing his strength with use of his magic circuits beyond what his noodly arms can provide in terms of muscle. But here, his circuits are dormant. His crest can't be activated, either. And so when Kadoc's instincts drive him to pulse magical energy through his circuits to support Gareth's weight, that is not what happens, and instead . . .
He shoots a blinding white laser beam at the opposite wall of the club.]
—Hggkkk?!
[ . . . and then Gareth's weight catches up to him, and he drops to the floor, the laser carving a streaky line of ash up the wall until it blinks off.]
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. . . But there are some serious downsides to instinct. For one thing, when Gareth leaps into his arms, that's what Kadoc leans on to catch her and hold her, but the instincts born of his years of magecraft back home completely override his much newer, less ingrained instincts of how to use his magic here in Camelot. Back home, he'd be able to do this and hold her up by buffing his strength with use of his magic circuits beyond what his noodly arms can provide in terms of muscle. But here, his circuits are dormant. His crest can't be activated, either. And so when Kadoc's instincts drive him to pulse magical energy through his circuits to support Gareth's weight, that is not what happens, and instead . . .
He shoots a blinding white laser beam at the opposite wall of the club.]
—Hggkkk?!
[ . . . and then Gareth's weight catches up to him, and he drops to the floor, the laser carving a streaky line of ash up the wall until it blinks off.]