[ Gale finally has the measure of his lot when Buffy says donβt go on it, and he steps out of his place in the queue, his legs moving with the confidence of an automaton despite his passing thought that he would have liked to try it, for a lark. And even though you have to shut this thing down was directed at the attendant, he feels compelled to act by that proverbial you.
Lifting both hands, Gale gestures swift and sure, mumbling an incantation under his breath. In seconds, chain lightning fizzles from his fingertips, sparking along the control box through its wiring β and blowing its fuse. The whole thing slows to a stop, much to the frustration of the riders. ]
Oh dear.
[ Whether or not Buffy noticed him, the attendant most certainly did, pointing a finger at his chagrined face before shoving past her. ]
welcome, b.
Lifting both hands, Gale gestures swift and sure, mumbling an incantation under his breath. In seconds, chain lightning fizzles from his fingertips, sparking along the control box through its wiring β and blowing its fuse. The whole thing slows to a stop, much to the frustration of the riders. ]
Oh dear.
[ Whether or not Buffy noticed him, the attendant most certainly did, pointing a finger at his chagrined face before shoving past her. ]