"Better!" Jenovan laughed, his movements quickening.
His expression was crazed as he leaned into the fight instead of stepping back. Despite trying to keep up, every flicker of flame Killian conjured was squashed by Jenovan's intense fire.
The way Jenovan smiled, like he was alive only while fighting. His fire burned wildly and crashed down as quickly as its wielder.
Yet Killian still considered it fair training. The Mage's movements came naturally but they were honed by years of being in high-end realms and being battle frenzy.
I can imitate that.
The moment the thought crossed his mind, he heard his HEART beat. What?
"Concentrate!"
Jenovan's voice brought him back.
They went at it again. Back and forth.
Each time Killian's fire morphed, it was less rigid, more natural, and drawn from the space around him. He could feel it better the more he kept using it.
It wasn't stabilised yet, but since he used less mana, it was easier to maintain.
