Nothing new to add to the knowledge stew as they tried to reconstruct the laws of magic they'd thought they'd known, alas. Still, they had much to undertake and understand about Caido's ever-changing rules, and sometimes the only way to do that was to push each other to their limits. Fire was Jigano's least-practiced element, a power he still worked to master on its own, and so he chose that for his first assault.
And he grinned as that assault connected, a flash of pride at being able to singe the stalwart General, but Deimos was never inclined to simply let such trespass slide. Jigano had known the other man had a predilection for water magic after their dip in the sea, but he had clearly gained mastery over the element since then as water cascaded towards the bard, far more wicked than Saiden's waves had been. His little fire shield expanded as he sought to minimize the damage, but the sphere he wrapped around himself couldn't turn so much water to steam instantly, even though he used magic to keep the fire burning throughout an assault that would have quenched any normal blaze. At its end, though, the bard was wet and already starting to shiver as his clothing steamed. He kept the fire in place around him - as much to ward off the cold as to shield himself from further indignities - and reached out to wrap his power around the earth at Deimos's feet, attempting to open a local chasm to steal the General's balance and send him tumbling down with the snow into the new pit that was appearing, several feet deep below him.
And he grinned as that assault connected, a flash of pride at being able to singe the stalwart General, but Deimos was never inclined to simply let such trespass slide. Jigano had known the other man had a predilection for water magic after their dip in the sea, but he had clearly gained mastery over the element since then as water cascaded towards the bard, far more wicked than Saiden's waves had been. His little fire shield expanded as he sought to minimize the damage, but the sphere he wrapped around himself couldn't turn so much water to steam instantly, even though he used magic to keep the fire burning throughout an assault that would have quenched any normal blaze. At its end, though, the bard was wet and already starting to shiver as his clothing steamed. He kept the fire in place around him - as much to ward off the cold as to shield himself from further indignities - and reached out to wrap his power around the earth at Deimos's feet, attempting to open a local chasm to steal the General's balance and send him tumbling down with the snow into the new pit that was appearing, several feet deep below him.
