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Date: 2020-01-18 08:15 pm (UTC)If the hammer's enchantment alters its weight based on who grips it, then countering with a feather spell might tip the scales (so to speak) in their favor. It doesn't sound as if anyone's tried that approach, so Stratos feels optimistic. He sips the drink before he leans forward, glancing at Thor for permission before he touches the grip himself, turning his senses to the magic forged into it. "If I may..."
It presses back immediately: the drone of potential, the steady rumble and roil of slumbering power. It's like pressing an ear to a window and hearing thunder roll on the other side. It feels like forever, but it's only a couple seconds before he yanks his hand away, looking startled. It's not what he was meant to be looking at, but to Stratos it was hard to notice anything else.
Which means he's missed some of what Jim was saying. Something about the table...? "Ah. Using telekinesis? I can certainly try. That would be even simpler than a feather spell..."
He steps back and passes his glass to Jim, hands curling into arcane gestures as he cups the air before him. Casting the spell doesn't require two hands, but this way he can charge it into a stronger version, and Stratos assumes he's going to need all the magical muscle he can leverage. A faint orange-red glow appears between his fingers, forming a pale haze before he opens his hands in the direction of Mjolnir. There's a flicker of the same light around the hammer... before it slips off and vanishes harmlessly. Not that easy you don't, kids.
Stratos gives a 'hmh' that doesn't sound at all surprised. "Very well, then..." He's going to try the table instead. This time, at least, the faint glow settles over the wood, limning it in will o' wisp light before the mage gestures, trying to drag it away...