Amos Bronzerune | Training Ground
I almost chuckled at the look in Rye's eyes. A classic fireball move, something of which I perfected in secret. Just doing it only made me proud about it. That move just never gets old. I made stones come out from the ground and set them alight, sending one fireball after the other at Rye in rapid succession. There were only ten fireballs and I missed all ten shots on purpose, catching Rye by surprise. I shot some air slashes and started going a little crazy on the water whip. I stopped when I started to pant. I had enough. Rye was an even match, but always fell for the fireball trick every time. I left the training grounds and went to my quarters for meditation.

