ORIGIN

Hah, so interesting. Ghanyarah never thought that magic could happen by just imagining it. He had to really feel it. He had to be able to manipulate it, send out his senses into the atmosphere around him and pull. There was always some tangible sensation, some action to accompany his spells, but maybe it worked a different way with that temperature manipulation... He couldn't dwell on it for very long, as soon enough he was running away, and then picking up that stick, and throwing it in the air and she focused her magic on it. She'd nearly missed it, but one half of the branch exploded with the magic, sending it flying in another direction as Ghanyarah artfully dodged the flying shards. "Magnificent!" He shouted in response, then popped back up through the bushes and scampered back to the clearing.

"Alright. Next test. I want to see exactly how far you can use your magic." Ghanyarah spoke mischievously, returning to the dog's side and pointing his nose out into the trees. "Between those trees is a passage corridor, you should be able to see quite a ways down. Try to use your magic on the furthest object you can see." He instructed and sat back.

Ghanyarah sat back and observed. He picked out the furthest object that he himself could see, narrowing his eyes, zoning in on it - but idly restraining himself in case he accidentally did something without thinking. It was easy to lose control of one's magic if they weren't paying attention, and the last thing he wanted to do was steal her thunder. Cleaving his thoughts was another explosion in midair, sending a splatter of mud and murk into the air. Ghanyarah's eyes widened, trying to pinpoint the origin of the blast, but to no avail - still, it was a little closer than the intended target. But that was a good distance all the same, and it meant that she would have quite a range on her, which was better than most of his own attacks.

"I see." He said pensively, then looked over to Nova. "Very well! I have assessed your skills, and have decided that I'd like to see how you fair in battle. Are you ready to fight?" Ghanyarah asked, darkening his brow in challenge. He angled his body towards her and fell silent, allowing her the chance to act if she so chose. Otherwise, the reptile would be quick to start the battle.

Bracing himself, he sent out another lash of his cold magic, crystallizing the moisture in the mud and breaking through into the ground beneath the dog. One spike of ice followed by another pierced the air and he followed her closely, hoping to get her to at least move - but when she did, he saw her slip in the mud and one unfortunate tooth of ice slice right through her flank. Ghanyarah inwardly flinched - the reaction was barely visible, but it was there, and he attempted to recall his onslaught of magic to prevent any further destruction. The ice spikes ceased, but not without obvious damage to the surrounding area - crystals gleamed and gaped all around them, a dangerous trap easy to cut and stab anybody that wasn't careful. "You have to move more! Never stop moving!" He shouted, frowning.

For a reptile, Ghanyarah wasn't very fast - he could be if he really wanted to, but agility was not his strong suit. But he had honed his ability to compensate for that. A mammal like her, though, should be primed for fast movement. She should have been able to dodge his attacks, or at least get out of the way to prevent slipping on them. Ghanyarah allowed her a few seconds to recover and then he moved in again, darting right towards her. She would have to move this time, but hopefully failure wouldn't amount to any critical damage. He summoned forward the water in his body into his mouth, preparing to launch a torrent of it at her.

Round 3/5
Attacks: lunging at Nova and spitting water at her
Defense: none
Injuries: none