"Lunch together? Er, I'm not sure if that's [i]quite[/i] necessary..." the mage trailed off as the commentary of the maids began to take a turn for the worse. Tiral's eye twitched at their jokes and laughter, their behavior growing more and more aggravating with each passing moment.

"And this. Is why. I don't hire help," he said through gritted teeth before quickly attempting to rein in any temper. It was unusual for him to become angry, but in a situation like this, he felt entirely justified in wanting to open a pitfall under them.

Oh, if only he could.

"In any case... Right, regarding the wards. If you're willing to help with that, then there shouldn't be much of a problem," he said, walking off to the side and placing one of his circles on the ground before drawing his sword and stabbing it through the center, filling the circle with mana as he did so. "Fire some electricity to the side of my blade, then keep increasing the distance between your shot and the sword until your magic goes perfectly straight. For now, I want to see which circle has the best effective range at redirection."

With that said and done, Tiral calmly walked away from his sword, chanting quietly enough to not register that his lips had even moved. As the chant finished, a small bit of ice formed under a few of the maids' feet: just enough to cause them to slip if they moved, but little enough such that the ice would disappear the moment after they had fallen.

[i]"Hate the gossipy sort of people..."[/i] he thought to himself as he stopped by the tree the wolf had been hiding behind earlier.

"Whenever you're ready, then. There's no need to be exact, but since this is magic we're testing, I recommend that anyone who doesn't have any means of protection from magic back off a bit."