[Irisviel mimics the hand shape as she watches. A slash of a hand, an utter of a word, and then there's a shield. She gasps and approaches, gingerly touching it with her fingers, jerking back quickly at the strange feel.
Hand shape, a slash, and a word. Irisviel takes a step back and faces the opposite side of the road, slashing a line with her hand.]
Line!
[A borderline appears where she laid the line, clear and shimmering.]
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Hand shape, a slash, and a word. Irisviel takes a step back and faces the opposite side of the road, slashing a line with her hand.]
Line!
[A borderline appears where she laid the line, clear and shimmering.]
Oh! That was easy!