Glowing blue eyes narrow as she watches the Ley Line. For a moment everything is calm, next a ley line storm began to form. There is nothing ever good about a ley line storm. They are pretty little rain storms one listens to while drifting off to sleep. These were natures most dangerous magical storms where weird stuff happens. Sadly, she feels a slight thrill of excitement because of it.
She steps out with one foot forward and channels her power as she reaches out towards the ley line.
"Now show me what you got." The answer to her taunt comes in the form of a bolt of magical lightning. It strikes the ground off to the side of her, nearly six feet. If Fauxalyn had been hit, she would be a pile of smoldering embers. She hides the wince under her cowl and mask and focuses her will. This would be how the storm begins, hurling its magical might down on the earth as the destabilized ley line lashed out. An unruly child throwing the worlds worse temper tantrum. Naturally, Fauxalyn will treat it like a child and send it off to bed.
She utters a word of power and her hands erupt with a magical glow that is swallowed by shadow flames leaving on the flicker of primal light underneath. She guides her hands, manipulating unseen currents in the ley line that fed the storm. This is not an easy task of simply redirecting wires in a panel. This is raw power incarnate in its most wild and free state. She thrust her magic into it and the fight is on. The ley line walker literally fighting against a magical storm.
She digs her heels into the ground, anyone watching would notice her slowly pushed back. The heels of her booths digging gouges into the earth every few seconds as she continues her magical unraveling of the storm. It wants to come, but she refuses it taking away its ability to grow stronger. Higher in the sky distant lightning bolts flash and thunder rumbles softly.
"'Vah'," she says, another magical word and the magic encompassing her hands hurls a bolt of magic into the ley line. The magic push ends and Fauxalyn gestures with intricate patterns through the magical energies of the ley line. It almost looks like a standing still kata witch each pass of her hands twisting her fingers into different configurations. Her magic spreads through those lines of power and fades quickly, a small drop into a huge ocean of raw power.
The last part is the most difficult, diffusing and sending it all on its way. The currents were unraveled, her magic spread among those currents, now it was time to get everything moving again in its proper alignment. The intricate patterns she made with her hands and arms slowly became more difficult to maneuver. She was pushing against great amounts of force. The strain becomes so tense that a small groan escapes her masked face. Release her breath in short gasps she brings her rear leg forward and hands up to form a diamond with her forefinger and thumb.
"'Koor'." She whispers and snapping her hands up sharply. The resistance is gone and the growing pressure of the storm relents, evaporating quickly. Even the night sky seems brighter once more as the ley line resumes is natural flow, free of the impressions of magical and psychic manipulation. Suddenly tired, Fauxalyn flops onto her backside, taking deep breaths. She laughs softly and enjoys the feel of the raw magical power flowing unabated through the area.
"Ancestors I love being me..."