[ without another moment of hesitation, roy raises his right hand and snaps his fingers, creating a small spark from the cloth of his pryotext gloves. the transmutation circle immediately activates, compressing the oxygen density around the spark to create a bolt of flame, which darts forward at an impossibly high speed, snaking through the air before hitting the dummy. and, for a split second, it seems like nothing happens, before there is a sudden explosion as roy expands the oxygen and hydrogen levels around the spark to create a bomb-like condition, leaving nothing more than a ragged sorry excuse for a dummy in his wake.
after a moment or two of considering his work, roy lowers his right hand, looking somewhat annoyed with himself, his eyes narrowing slightly to squint, to really place out where the explosion properly landed. ]
Three inches off.
[ finally, with a soft huff, annoyed. ]
I'm more accurate with my left hand, but I'm sure my vision isn't helping.
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after a moment or two of considering his work, roy lowers his right hand, looking somewhat annoyed with himself, his eyes narrowing slightly to squint, to really place out where the explosion properly landed. ]
Three inches off.
[ finally, with a soft huff, annoyed. ]
I'm more accurate with my left hand, but I'm sure my vision isn't helping.
[ it's three fuckin inches roy jfc ]