Being a regular mage kind of sucked. There had to be a better way to do this.
An experiment for another day. Toria assigned mental targets to each fighter, even the two distracted by her light show. She flicked her arms, stretching her fingers out. The electric bolts slid down her limbs and shot across the space, zapping each of the men with almost fifty-thousand volts of power.
They dropped to the floor, unconscious. One of them twitched a bit, like a fallen marionette, before going still.
Stunned silence reigned for three heartbeats before the bar exploded into mayhem. In disparate groups, the gathered onlookers rushed for Toria to apprehend her, shoved away, or milled in stunned shock. None of them made any progress, and she had time to back away, keeping her line of exit to the door
