Where maybe Edgard's play may make a man second guess whether he did in fact lock his own door, it instead chips away a piece of patience that really only needs so many excuses to crumble. The effect is a lack of warning before Marcus brings up his hands, seeming to claw magic from the air as trailing green glimmers like light in smoke between his fingers—

Stone and jagged rock enters the material world already in kinetic motion, slamming into Edgard's chest with enough force to stagger, and certainly to bruise, maybe break if he's unlucky.

There's no immediate second attack, but Marcus is moving in on steady steps forward, making the room smaller.