Nope. In-universe, I didn't think to do that, as I was sort of trying to avoid using the Cutter effect to get around when I wrote the Comet.
Out of universe, I didn't think to do that because the narrative purpose of the Cutter was basically 'Baby's First Flight Spell'. I mean, it pulls me along by making a vacuum in front of me, and having me perpetually fall into it! It's a dumb idea in every way I can think of right now, and probably a few others I can't.
As for why I implemented said dumb idea? Purposeful inefficiency, a lack of better ideas at the time, and a fascination with doing things in unconventional ways. If I'd had the capacity and skill to fly by using a Futurama-style 'move the rest of the universe around me'-type effect, I probably would've, just for the heck of it.
That does give me a rather good idea, which I will be shamefully stealing for Flight Spell 3.0- Fly Harder.
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I stood in midair, panting heavily. So that's what it feels like to go all out.
There's got to be something wrong with my spell designs, though. I shouldn't have this much waste heat to deal with. At least they blow things up well enough.
Below me lay a few square miles of wasteland. Admittedly, it was basically a wasteland (of the barren, rocky sort) before I showed up; now it looked more like ground zero of a bombing run. Craters of all sizes littered the ground level, breaking up what was once a fairly flat desert. The cliffs were peppered with holes from shooting spells, some of them hidden behind the rubble that was once the top half of the mountain above. A nearby butte still stood, but was now a perfectly rectangular prism- the ground all around it bore the marks of high-powered beam spells.
Surveying the damage, I nodded, satisfied with my work. And it only took a bit over thirty minutes to do. Not bad. Could be better, of course- bigger spells, less toying around, more efficient patterns, and a bit more training- but good.
Time to go back, crunch numbers, run some sims, and train myself into the friggin' ground. Next time, I should be able to do this in 20 minutes.
>GRUMBLE<
...oh, and get some food. I'd forgotten how many calories high-power casting was going to take.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
Out of universe, I didn't think to do that because the narrative purpose of the Cutter was basically 'Baby's First Flight Spell'. I mean, it pulls me along by making a vacuum in front of me, and having me perpetually fall into it! It's a dumb idea in every way I can think of right now, and probably a few others I can't.
As for why I implemented said dumb idea? Purposeful inefficiency, a lack of better ideas at the time, and a fascination with doing things in unconventional ways. If I'd had the capacity and skill to fly by using a Futurama-style 'move the rest of the universe around me'-type effect, I probably would've, just for the heck of it.
That does give me a rather good idea, which I will be shamefully stealing for Flight Spell 3.0- Fly Harder.
**********
I stood in midair, panting heavily. So that's what it feels like to go all out.
There's got to be something wrong with my spell designs, though. I shouldn't have this much waste heat to deal with. At least they blow things up well enough.
Below me lay a few square miles of wasteland. Admittedly, it was basically a wasteland (of the barren, rocky sort) before I showed up; now it looked more like ground zero of a bombing run. Craters of all sizes littered the ground level, breaking up what was once a fairly flat desert. The cliffs were peppered with holes from shooting spells, some of them hidden behind the rubble that was once the top half of the mountain above. A nearby butte still stood, but was now a perfectly rectangular prism- the ground all around it bore the marks of high-powered beam spells.
Surveying the damage, I nodded, satisfied with my work. And it only took a bit over thirty minutes to do. Not bad. Could be better, of course- bigger spells, less toying around, more efficient patterns, and a bit more training- but good.
Time to go back, crunch numbers, run some sims, and train myself into the friggin' ground. Next time, I should be able to do this in 20 minutes.
>GRUMBLE<
...oh, and get some food. I'd forgotten how many calories high-power casting was going to take.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.