[Training] you can be rest assured

A second strike on the General? Today was assuredly his lucky day, but Jigano knew better than to grin or rest on his laurels against this opponent. His attempt to retreat to a safer distance fell flat as Deimos advanced and the bard didn't hesitate to begin--

Struggling out of his wet tunics?

Madness with a purpose as he freed his shoulders and let the wrapped garments fall to his waist, silvery dragon's wings erupting from his back. No sooner had he spread the broad pinions, however, than he looked up to see the twisting air headed for him - nearly upon him, as several of the smaller stones flung free of the spiral to cut and bruise across golden skin. He hissed and leapt up, wings beating past the edge of the tornado and nearly faltering as he just barely managed to rise above it, the air frigid against his damp skin but up the only avenue of any distance he could retreat to, to gain that thirty feet of buffer beyond which a mage's control would fail.

But gravity still worked just fine, and Jigano twisted the magic of creation and earth to summon a blunted spear in each hand to throw down at the General as he circled the training field overhead.