Lorenzo Remei
Had he not used his cloak as a combustible to burn more fire, he would have had to take that attack head on, and would've had no choice but to lose.
Lorenzo began as soon as she did, letting the fires cloaking his coat grow and expand rapidly, and oh they did. Compared to the lake water coming at him, a sea of fire poured forward, scorching the ship and blowing the water away into steam as soon as it came into contact with the liquid. It was a powerful spell, the full extent of his fire without any restraint, enough of a match for a lesser frost spell.
A cool trick, but it would take her at least 300 more years before she could match his fire with a measly water and ice combo spell. It was ridiculous, no normal blaze could burn that hot, and the ice spell activating was the one thing keeping the floor of the boat from melting. His fiery blaze might weaken, but the flames in his heart were burning hotter than ever before!
And yet, he snickered in satisfaction.
"Is that all? Boring, you can't cook and you can even less fight." He said haughtily. While she was busy talking and talking, he had already prepared his next move. Bwahahaha!
A battle between mages isn't just a clash of brute strength, but also one of wits. If clever, even a one trick pony can defeat a genius magus. While he threw off the of the coat in order to clash with her frost, he had also broken the wiskey bottle he had kept for later in its pocket. The alcohol did not burn, he had controlled the fire so it wouldn't burn it. He wouldn't have survived all these years in the sea without the ability to plan ahead.
Instead, the pressure was spreading the evaporated droplets of drink along with the burning pieces of his tattered coat, but the dancing flames fought one another and kept the fire from burning the drink away until it surrounded Lorenzo.
"My turn."
And with a lazy flick of his burning finger, the cloud of alcohol caught on fire instantly, spreading flames all around the air until he vanished inside the flame burst. The flame explosion was too quick, too sudden, moving forward with surprising speed as the flames shifted and danced around the boat, molding and dancing as they gained shape and life.
It was a massive bird of fire, about as large as a ferocious hound lunging at the magician, screeching with deathly conviction. But it did not crash on her or explode, instead the flames dispersed when they neared her, surrounding the perimeter with fire. A trick, but why?
No, there was a figure inside the fire, an unmistakable shifting of the fire as if someone was lunging from the pyres, concealed, moving behind her to strike.
"Take that!" A roar came from behind. But would she be fast enough?
