He didn't want to risk reminding Loren of his losses if he could help it, not when the other man seemed to be turning a bend and doing better (oh, if only the bard knew), so rather than comment on his friend's improvement he simply ran with it, keeping the banter up as they lashed out at each other with magical might, secure in knowing that at least they could heal each other if things went wrong. "Oh, it's not so bad. Being dull makes me less of a target. Why, I haven't been smited once by a god since I started keeping my head down," he declared, impressed and amused at Loren's serene treading of his water.
This time it wasn't vines but roots that twisted through the water to try and grab the summoner and still his kicking feet that were keeping him afloat. Steamy as the jungle already was, though, he missed the cloud of it that came wafting towards him until it was almost too late, and then all he had time to do was take a deep breath and brace himself for what was to come as it engulfed him - similar to what he'd seen Maea try to do to Hotaru, he suspected.
This time it wasn't vines but roots that twisted through the water to try and grab the summoner and still his kicking feet that were keeping him afloat. Steamy as the jungle already was, though, he missed the cloud of it that came wafting towards him until it was almost too late, and then all he had time to do was take a deep breath and brace himself for what was to come as it engulfed him - similar to what he'd seen Maea try to do to Hotaru, he suspected.
