Battle of the Tormented (20)
"Basic Magic: [Homing Magic Missle],"
I snapped my fingers, and thousands of sharp, magical blue needles with the thickness of my forearm swirled around me.
The air around them vibrated as they swirled faster and faster until I snapped again, releasing them from their vortex and sending them flying at the three men and two women.
As they were also proficient with magic, they sensed the homing magic missiles but were shocked by the speed, power, and overall quantity of the missiles.
Normally, you could only make ten at best, and even then, that's pushing it as the amount of imagination and control you would need would literally just make your brain implode.
"But, I'm a genius," I smirked before the missiles cracked their barrier magic and pushed through, only stopping once they had penetrated the target's heart and made sure they were actually dead.