Mental magic

Fiora racked her brain for a way out of this—well, she couldn't do much besides rack her brain anyway, it was either this or stare intently at Sandra—and she could only come up with one possibility. It was a stretch, but... well, she had nothing better to do. She could try casting a spell with her mind like the high-level wizards.

Sure, she and magic were not on cooperative terms. She had only reached the point where she could successfully cast Hold Person on herself and Sandra by training under one of the most powerful wizards out there, and sheer brute **** on top of that. That was when she wasn't trying to do it from her thoughts.

But she could try. She'd managed feats unthinkable for her low level before, even if it was usually by accident. She would just need to put herself under some stress. It was... feasible.

Okay, Fiora, focus... focus... focus...

Fiora tried with all her might to move, which of course resulted in nothing happening, but she kept trying. She kept pushing and straining herself to move even the tiniest bit. And she did manage to make the most miniscule of movements, though it took so much energy she felt like she was going to start sweating. At this rate, she was practically dancing around the room compared to Sandra. It was time.

Now or never.

Fiora flooded her mind with magical thoughts, running as quickly as possible through any and all half-misremembered spells buried in her somewhere, hoping she'd get something that would click. It didn't matter what triggered it—she wasn't trying to control magic. She just wanted to release it.

Soon enough, she did exactly that.