He gave her a smile, one that was completely different from his normal ones, those were warm and caring. This one was that of a predator that had just cornered its prey, and was going to enjoy its terror and suffering for as long as possible before slowly killing it.<em>Oh, I hope they are. If only so I can force a couple of those new spells down their collective throats, or whatever equivalent they have, before setting them off. I can give you some of the spell designs that have exceeded the current boundaries that most accept as definite, just so you can see where I am going, but they are all combat spells. That is what I am best at, and support spells that don't have tactical applications have always been difficult for me, even using scrolls and wands. Believe me though, you do not want to know. I wish I didn't have to, but as I told everyone else, I am an ascended god with lots of power, and only a fraction of the followers I should have. And there is no telling when the follower's belief will begin giving me more power. The combat spells have to be first, to make attacking me or mine a suicidal endeavor, else I will not be respected and treated... normally. A strong, harsh front now, as the imp and aboleth found out, will help prevent further atrocities later.</em><br/><br/>He paused, and then told her about one of the spells he had developed, a support spell that would cause an attack spell to temporarily fuse with the caster's soul, making them essentially an energy being of that spell type, and providing other effects similar to that element. I might help her stay intact longer during a fight, as stabbing a lightning energy being was, at best, a mutually damaging exchange, and at worst, getting into an ass kicking contest with a porcupine that had nitroglycerin buttock injections.<br/><br/>That took up most of the remaining hour of rest, and by the time he had finished explaining the basic theory behind it, he was feeling more like himself. He sat up, and stretched.<em>And the rest can be explained later. Right now, I want to deal with that... thing.</em><br/><br/>He rolled his shoulders, before standing up, and carefully approaching the pool, treating like it was a sentient servant of the Beyonders. Which might not be that far off case.