That was a good question. What could Betty do besides move at the speed of light and shave all of those apes before they could even notice her moving? What could she, a three-foot-six-inches-tall halfling, do?
Who is she without her radiant light? Without her speed and draconic power. Who was Betty before being called the Bright? Well, nothing. She was called the Bright before even showing or needing her light magic, simply because she was bright, a genius wizard.
No one can just become the chairman of the biggest magic university in the world with raw power alone.
"You know, I find it offensive having to strain my neck to look at your ugly mug." Betty stared at the ape with a smile, and suddenly, his face hit the ground. He wasn't beheaded, he wasn't forced down with magic, but something was missing. As the sharp pain jolted up from his hips to his chest, he realized it. His legs were gone.
