"What was that?" Rota whispered. She thought she was fast! But Valor and Thorn had just let her know she wasn't the only fast one in the group. "And what was the fire that surrounded Thorn? Is that a new spell of his?"
"Must be," Alaric's eyes were narrowed, watching Thorn catch his breath, he hadn't been sure Thorn could handle Valor but Alaric found out he wasn't that surprised that it ended in Thorn's victory. "Covering himself in small thin layers of concentrated flames like a cloak. Smart."
Then he wondered if he could do that with his spatial arcane but he doubted that. His arcane was too usable for that.
"Very. Like myself Infusing my body with essence but mine isn't like a cloak. It's directly over my flesh, both inside and out." They began walking towards them and Rota raised her spear when they got near. "We won. Finally, I can get food and a wash."
