Brokkrid nodded at his handiwork, admiring the small target before he destroyed it in a brilliant display, several degrees higher than her own, blinking at the sudden light and clearing her throat in trepidation. She pulled her leg out of the quicksand that had formed beneath her left foot, feeling the grit run into her boot. Gulping down her astonishment, Brokkrid looked at the still burning effigy. Gathering all of her concentration and feeling the strain of it in the fore of her mind, she tried to move the fire toward him. It was a larger flame than she was used to controlling, but she bent it from burning upward, to burning slightly to the side, toward him, drawing the heat in his direction. A bead of sweat ran down her face, falling from her eyebrow to her cheek before she let go of the breath that she hadn't been aware of holding.
((Rolled a 2 on the roll for magic XD))
"Damnit, I can't seem to do anything more than that." She motioned toward the fire and rolled her tight shoulders, the strain of stress had knotted them into a painful tapestry from being stuck in the maze for the greater part of two days.
"Alright, I suppose that we can still train." She pulled out a sword and her shield, in the shape of a bear's head, its silver teeth in a steel bear's head. The silver eyes, glaring at the man in a silent snarl. She unsheathed the sword, it was a straight leaf-shaped blade, the hand guard curling to mate with the pommel of the handle. The leather grip strained under her grip. She moved toward him slowly, "Draw a weapon, we can spar with these." She was more sure of her combat ability with weapons than using magic as a weapon, more was the pity.
When magic failed, she usually resorted to bravado, and when both failed, then it was onto the brawn. She had never been particularly astute, nor had she the intelligence to size someone up. She couldn't tell she was leagues behind the person that she was squaring up to, but she had promised a training session in exchange for being shown the way out. She intended to make good on that.
((Rolled a 2 on the roll for magic XD))
"Damnit, I can't seem to do anything more than that." She motioned toward the fire and rolled her tight shoulders, the strain of stress had knotted them into a painful tapestry from being stuck in the maze for the greater part of two days.
"Alright, I suppose that we can still train." She pulled out a sword and her shield, in the shape of a bear's head, its silver teeth in a steel bear's head. The silver eyes, glaring at the man in a silent snarl. She unsheathed the sword, it was a straight leaf-shaped blade, the hand guard curling to mate with the pommel of the handle. The leather grip strained under her grip. She moved toward him slowly, "Draw a weapon, we can spar with these." She was more sure of her combat ability with weapons than using magic as a weapon, more was the pity.
When magic failed, she usually resorted to bravado, and when both failed, then it was onto the brawn. She had never been particularly astute, nor had she the intelligence to size someone up. She couldn't tell she was leagues behind the person that she was squaring up to, but she had promised a training session in exchange for being shown the way out. She intended to make good on that.
