[Training] Yes. Do play with fire

Brokkrid reddened, "I know people half my age that are twice as adept at their magic as I." She rubbed the back of her neck with her hand, after stuffing her sword between her arm and torso, but then when he came at her she hurriedly grabbed the sword and held up her shield, the blow sent her off her balance, making her stumble further toward the fire, she put the still smoldering remains between them and rolled her shield arm's shoulder. She had lost most of the feeling in it from the heavy blow and thanked her lucky stars that she had it.

"Damn, that was a huge hit." She said, "You're stronger than I am for sure." She used the words as a way to buy time, while concentrating on the flames and then pointing at the young man again. Her magic didn't work this time either, though it did leap out toward him, extending itself a good three feet. Though it was more than a meter off of its mark. Her sword arm slumped to her side and she found herself panting. Using magic in battle she had heard stories of, but perhaps she was decades from doing it herself.

"How did you make it look so easy?" She asked, finally feeling the reassuring pins and needles spreading through her benumbed arm. It was starting to regain feeling, and therefore strength. She would be able to use it to advance soon.