Amber stared at Arad and held her aching head, trying her best to understand what she just saw.
0-tier magic was intuitive. As long as you have a sane mind, you can even imitate it. But it's a different beast starting from the 1-tier. [Flamecloak] as a spell was an exception, as it's just a firefist, turned into a fire body.
Amber glared at Arad, [Flamethrower] is not a spell he should be able to use without learning the inscriptions. She even started to suspect he studied magic somewhere.
"Arad, would you mind demonstrating how you fought the werewolves?" Amber asked, looking at him.
"Do I have a sparring partner?"
Amber looked toward the adventures. All of them hid under the fence. Some could beat Arad, but they didn't want to spend a night with painful burns.
"No, just how you fought. Spells and the like." Amber said, taking a step back.
Arad walked toward the middle of the training ground, thinking about what to do.
