It's difficult to look right at the spells, the flashes of energy making Nari squint slightly, but it's not really the magic she's looking at. Rather, she's watching what Korrin does that precedes each different strike. The first seems simultaneous with her whirled staff's strike on the ground, the second with her hands coming together... the third makes Nari's eyebrows consider a new home at her hairline; that many disparate bolts at the same time seems less than possible to avoid, but nothing ventured, nothing gained.

She quaffs the potion Korrin had given her-- not the worst of the alchemical concoctions she's drunk-- and sets the glass down on the table, moving back out to the middle of the yard.

"Right!" she calls, twice as confidently as she feels, readying to spring, "Try that first one!"