[there it is--Oswald can feel that spark travel all the way up his arm and into his chest, his self--everything that he is--attaching onto this person's magic, binding them together. It's a surge of power like nothing he's ever felt, and there's a smirk that curls the corners of his mouth as he feels it swell inside him.]
That's more like it.
[and he turns to face the second wave, twirling his umbrella before flicking it open]
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That's more like it.
[and he turns to face the second wave, twirling his umbrella before flicking it open]
Now--let's give 'em a beating they won't forget!