The General always had time for his militia and students, Jigano had found, and he inclined his head in gratitude at the acceptance of his request. He caught sight of that hint of a smile, too, that hint of eagerness for the striving and challenge to come, and he rolled his shoulders in anticipation.
Given their abilities, he took a moment to divest himself of his favored fur cloak, setting it safely aside near the barracks door before he returned to face the General. A whisper of fire magic kept him warm and gave him a basis to start from; Deimos had far more experience with the element, while Jigano mostly used it for combining with earth and creation, and only rarely on its own. He flexed his fingers as a focus to swirl more of it around them, but the revelation brought his head up eagerly, chasing the new information.
"It has? That's wonderful news! Have you noticed anything different about it? Or any new magic alongside it?" He'd been exploring the limits of his own creation magic, the strings of earth and fire that had to be struck along with it in his soul for it to waken, and he was curious as to what other possibilities existed.
His move, though, and he focused the fire in his hands, hotter and hotter, until he had a ball of white-hot flame that he split in two, flinging one sphere at the General's leg (where a miss would hopefully fizzle harmlessly into snow) and holding the other ready as a shield.
Given their abilities, he took a moment to divest himself of his favored fur cloak, setting it safely aside near the barracks door before he returned to face the General. A whisper of fire magic kept him warm and gave him a basis to start from; Deimos had far more experience with the element, while Jigano mostly used it for combining with earth and creation, and only rarely on its own. He flexed his fingers as a focus to swirl more of it around them, but the revelation brought his head up eagerly, chasing the new information.
"It has? That's wonderful news! Have you noticed anything different about it? Or any new magic alongside it?" He'd been exploring the limits of his own creation magic, the strings of earth and fire that had to be struck along with it in his soul for it to waken, and he was curious as to what other possibilities existed.
His move, though, and he focused the fire in his hands, hotter and hotter, until he had a ball of white-hot flame that he split in two, flinging one sphere at the General's leg (where a miss would hopefully fizzle harmlessly into snow) and holding the other ready as a shield.
