[unable to dodge most of those flames in time, nehan instead raises his left arm to shield himself, hissing softly when he feels it scorching his skin. of all the things to be able to feel with this arm, it had to be pain, eh?
he lowers his arm, and passes his right hand over the burns, beginning to heal them away with more of his yellow magic, his skin slowly knitting back together. of course, this means they have a breather this early on, but it would be unfair to both of them to keep going immediately.]
And that's why you need control over your magic. If it hadn't been me you were sparring with, you would have burnt their face instead.
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he lowers his arm, and passes his right hand over the burns, beginning to heal them away with more of his yellow magic, his skin slowly knitting back together. of course, this means they have a breather this early on, but it would be unfair to both of them to keep going immediately.]
And that's why you need control over your magic. If it hadn't been me you were sparring with, you would have burnt their face instead.