"Not really." It wasn't a lie - this was maybe the fifth or sixth time she'd bothered with dark magic. The only reason she hadn't lost control of it yet was because it used the same technique as light. And even so, she was having a bit of trouble with it, if the subtle trembling was any indication. She'd never been much of a dark mage; it just wasn't her thing.

The darkness pulled away from him and receded into normal shadows. The only magic openly remaining to her now was the fireball in her hands, still being tossed back and forth. Ray watched Josiah and his own ball of magic impassively, waiting for him to make the next move.