The Veela nodded enthusiastically. Each of them gripping their spears tightly. Alphonsine readied her own spear, one with a purple glow in the center of the shaft like the rest of her clan. The intricate and beautiful design that wrapped around it leading up to a deadly edge of the spear at the top. The design continued through the center of the blade to the tip, where a soft purple light emanated from. She gripped her spear and the inner glow ignited, pushing the magic through the center and spouts of flames flaring at the top. Alphonsine gave a confident smile when she noted I was inspecting her weapon. 