You know me, bit of this and that lifted from various places. [A magpie of magic, he'd been called before. Like that was something to be ashamed of, learning as much about everything he could get his hands on.

The leg hurts like a bitch when he puts his weight on it, but it holds without too much limping and Constantine starts off, following the beam of light.]

Can't be too far from the strength. Must not have had time to plan it if they're close by for the spell either.

[Which could be good or bad; an amateur could end up being unpredictable and dangerous, especially if they ended up trying to grasp power that they weren't ready to handle.]