She nodded to the name, making a mental note of it for now as she finished her breakfast, huddling up close to the others while somehow keeping distance from Aurelia’s serpent.

Apparition never felt right, a strange and uncomfortable sensation compared to the majesty of flight, which also allowed one to survey the destination before arrival. [color=#12DB00]”Either they found a very generous donor, or they have an amazing transmuter on retainer.”[/color] She noted idly as she ran her hand along the wood paneling of the hidden speakeasy, gesturing toward a menu posted on an enchanted chalkboard floating across the room. [color=#12DB00]”Look at the prices. They’re [i]undercutting[/i] the family.”[/color]. She drew her secondary wand - reasoning charms would work better than transmutation in the situation - when the boss did and started blasting, chaining the summoning and repelling charms to send furniture smashing into walls and other furniture.

Following into the backroom, she was already casting as soon as she stepped into the door. [color=#12DB00]”[i]Duro[/i].”[/color] She cast the hardening charm on a nearby mobster, the man turning to stone in less than a second. A mix of [i]Reducto[/i]s, [i]Bombarda[/i]’s and the occasional [i]Incendio[/i] followed in rapid succession, Alícia trying to make up for her wanting martial magic skill with speed, unpredictability and violence of action, focused on moving constantly or having cover rather than protective spells. One of the Blood Pack began to shift, her human body morphing into a vaguely dog-like shape the size of a large chair. [color=#12DB00]”[i]Homorphus![/i]”[/color] She called out, the hostile animagus reverted back almost instantly, just in time to look confused as she was obliterated by a curse from one of her compatriots. What a way to waste a Wolverine Animagus. Amateurs, these people, changing mid-fight.