Like a spell. [Asch stands again, closing his eyes and muttering a brief incantation under his breath. Within a few moments, a circle of light appears in the grass under his feet, intricate patterns and strange-looking letters mixed with the simple shapes within- a few of them would, if pushed a little closer together, resemble the yin-yang. Before he can finish the spell, he releases it; no sense in destroying the terrain just to show off.] That's a fonic arte.
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