My hand was quick, even as time seemed to slow, as Excalibur swung from the sheath and landed in my hand in the same fluid motion that caused its magic to strike the podium, causing fragments to hang in the air. Everyone winced at the action and the High Priest shielded his head in slow motion. When I finished, there was a streak of Excalibur’s and its myriad of colors magic to scar the center of the room. 