The Dance of Fire and Ice. It became my favorite magic that I only ever use once in a real situation. And I didn't change the language. I like the sound better in Italian. I just hope my pronunciation is correct.
"Fire and ice? On your arms? You don't receive any damage at all?" Bob asked.
"It's a magic I modified," I answered simply.
"I see. That doesn't mean you can defeat me though."
"Maybe that's the case. But does it matter when all we do is just training? It's just to see how strong I am after all."
"I guess you're right. Then, I'll start with Fireball and—"
Bob stared rapping. I mean casting magic.
This time, I took it calmly. I just swung my left hand toward the ground and a wall of fire is created. Blocking Bob's magic from reaching me.
And when the magic is a more solid object, I swung my right hand to make ice wall.
