"Hmm." Brokkrid intoned, not sure that she believed him about the someone stronger bit of his speech. She turned her attention to the flame that came at her, pointing her sword, she willed it to go left. It nudged itself left, but she still had to put her shield in front of her and jump to the right to avoid the sphere of incandescent conflagration. Her eyes wide, she was now panting heavily, her shield arm hung at her side, the magic having eaten a good bit of her stamina, "Gods above and below, it's hard to continue using it. You make it seem so easy."
She couldn't think of a better way to say it other than just echoing her same thought, as it burned in her mind. He was obviously close to a god, or a demigod at least. Could she really trust him to take her out of the maze, or would he wear her down and then do something that she wouldn't recover from? Would she lose her life or a limb here in this duel just because he was not aware that she was a paper tiger in the hurricane that was; Sah?
She hoped not. She pushed off in her last desperate attempt to land at least some sort of blow on him. She held her shield in front of her and summoned the last bit of strength, attempting to strike him with the shield while pulling some of the heat from the fire and making her shield at least an uncomfortable warm, if not hot.
The magic didn't come as she called it while running at him, which was probably not surprising given her fatigue, having just strained her magic with the redirection, thrice in such a short amount of time. She was tired, and would most likely fall after this. She had trained for hours with the sword and board, but mixing magic in was a hellish training she had not endured ever. Even the muscles behind her eyes hurt from the strain of it.
She couldn't think of a better way to say it other than just echoing her same thought, as it burned in her mind. He was obviously close to a god, or a demigod at least. Could she really trust him to take her out of the maze, or would he wear her down and then do something that she wouldn't recover from? Would she lose her life or a limb here in this duel just because he was not aware that she was a paper tiger in the hurricane that was; Sah?
She hoped not. She pushed off in her last desperate attempt to land at least some sort of blow on him. She held her shield in front of her and summoned the last bit of strength, attempting to strike him with the shield while pulling some of the heat from the fire and making her shield at least an uncomfortable warm, if not hot.
The magic didn't come as she called it while running at him, which was probably not surprising given her fatigue, having just strained her magic with the redirection, thrice in such a short amount of time. She was tired, and would most likely fall after this. She had trained for hours with the sword and board, but mixing magic in was a hellish training she had not endured ever. Even the muscles behind her eyes hurt from the strain of it.
