[color=1a7b30]Kassimir[/color] Phoenix Training Ground

The surgeon stood lost watching all of the fighting. Unnacustomed to the heat of battle as he was he struggled to focus. He took a deep breath followed by a deep drag on his pipe as he sat down cross legged. Being too far from anyone to truely channel any magic around he tried to feel for the emotions of everyone fighting. He closed his eyes and felt conviction. He felt rage and he felt righteousness. He pulled his father's sledge hammer from his waist. With his empathetic connection established he stood up again and stored his pipe away. He lifted the hammer above his head and focused on the feelings he was recieving and he began to hammer at the ground. His Stokes were heavy and rythmic. It was as if he was drumming for war.

After a time he began to broadcast his focus to anyone within eyeshot. Soon the wizards around him would feel a sense of community and conviction. If they so choose, they could let this fill them. Kass was determined to be useful even if no one noticed.