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While Gwathel stood there throwing rocks into the many openings in the old, burned down building, it’s wards were quietly awakened by this new and rather aggressive activity. Wards that would eventually send a message to Council, if anyone happened to be monitoring the old outmoded system of magic powered sensors that was.

What few rocks and larger hunks of concrete that managed to make their way through one of the upper story windows, resulted in much of the same fiery death as the others. Minor explosions and showers of sparks cascading down towards the street, nothing terribly harmful, and more than likely annoying. However, eventually these explosions stopped and something else shuddered inside the building.

MCU had always been creative when it came to warding properties, and objects. They had somehow managed to devise a way of giving them a rudimentary sentience, that at least allowed them to recognize an attack; even one as small, and inconsequential as hurling rocks at windows was. But, eventually Gwathel received what she had been asking for by provoking the wards on the old building.

The building shuddered with a deep groan as the wards sluggishly came to life after having slept for so long, as varying pieces of brick, and mortar rained down. Eventually after a time the building began to shed larger and larger hunks of material, taking aim at Gwathel and her spiders.