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.
"Well, werewolves are fast that hitting them with [Firebolt] was a pain. So I decided to close the distance ," Arad took a step forward, and the ground exploded under his foot as he walked. Constant [Firekick] and [Firefist] made him a walking bombshell.
Amber took a few steps back as the dust and stones from the ground flew at her face, "And since I was using my hands and feet to run and punch, I did this when wrestling the beasts." Arad opened his mouth, shooting [Firebolt] like no tomorrow.
"What?" Amber rushed back, avoiding the stream of fire with a hair strand.
"Now that I learned two new spells, I would like to add them in." As Arad said that, his whole body exploded in a crimson inferno. "Sadly, I can't see a useful way to incorporate [Flamethrower]."
Feeling more depressed than ever, Amber mumbled, "You can use it to burn armored people. The constant stream of fire will heat their armor and get into the crevices."
BAM! Arad's flames faded instantly, leaving a smoking, scorched ring around him.
"Can't use it to attack?" An adventurer asked from the back. He looked like a wizard with a massive book in his hand.
"Doesn't it cost MP? With my speed, I prefer using [Firebolt]." Arad replied, looking at him.
"I see. It's all about how much damage you can achieve." The wizard opened his book and started writing, "Flame thrower deals a base damage of 2~24 a second, double what a wizard can get from fire bolt. But with you can get around 3~36 from three fire bolts."
The wizard started mumbling as Arad scratched his head, "I'm thinking about damage at all. I thought it would be better to save MP till I need it."
"Red dragon bloodline is something. No wonder they come arrogant." A fighter sighed in the back, imagining the horror of being roasted alive.
Hearing that, Arad thought to himself, ^I'm not even a red bloodline. I don't feel like void dragons are better than reds with fire.^ He looked to the sky.
^But mom said we void are from the magic dragon type. Do I have a higher affinity for magic in general?^ Arad sighed.
"I will admit, the guild is right about your potential to reach an S-rank. Amber walked forward with a sad face. "All I can do now is teach you what I know," She opened her palm with a spark. ^I failed to reach Nina's level. Even Alcott ground his way to the top,^
[Burning claws] Her fingers extended, forming long flame claws. "You can call this an improved version of fire fist. Those claws can cut steel if given enough time." Amber looked to the side, and one of the adventurers rushed in with an old metal shield.
Amber herself couldn't lift the heavy tower shield and had the adventurer keep it straight. "This thing is as thick as a fist. Usually used by front liners, also called tanks."
Amber put her finger on the shield and slowly moved it. With a spark, she cut it into pieces. "If you got captured, just point at someone's stomach or face, and they are dead."
Arad nodded, "You didn't tell me about the flamethrower damage." He looked at the wizard at the back, "He said something about 2~24."
"You are the one who said you don't care about damage." Amber sighed, quickly stating the damage.
[Flamethrower][Level 1][Refinement 1][2MP/second]: 2~24/second.
[Flamethrower][Level 1][Refinement 2][2MP/second]: 4~24/second.
[Flamethrower][Level 1][Refinement 3][2MP/second]: 6~24/second.
[Flamethrower][Level 2][Refinement 1][2MP/second]: 4~48/second.
[Flamethrower][Level 2][Refinement 2][2MP/second]: 8~48/second.
[Flamethrower][Level 2][Refinement 3][2MP/second]: 12~48/second.
[Flamethrower][Level 3][Refinement 1][2MP/second]: 6~72/second.
[Flamethrower][Level 3][Refinement 2][2MP/second]: 12~72/second.
[Flamethrower][Level 3][Refinement 3][2MP/second]: 18~72/second.
"It's the same as [Flamecloak]," Amber looked at her hands, "They use the same about of MP after all, but you can guess that without me telling you."
"No, I can't guess it," Arad sighed,
Amber stared at him, thinking he was trying to be nice to her. ^I would have felt better if he only said my explanation was lacking,^
"Fire claw is the same, but you get closer to the max damage. I also recommend using at the second level on minimum to cut metals." Amber looked at Arad, "As you know, metals need a lot of heat to melt,"
Arad opened his palm, attempting to create the claw. ^Probably I should fail this.^ He looked toward Amber, feeling she wasn't happy to see him fling spells around.
CLAC-BOOM! Arad's fist flashed blue and then white, exploding in a bright crimson rose.
Amber got scared by the explosion. For a moment, she couldn't believe seeing Arad roll so fast.
As Arad hit the fence, he looked toward her with one eye. ^Good. Combining my scales and void allowed me to absorb a good chunk of the hit. But I hit my elbow pretty bad,^
"Arad!" Aella shouted, rushing in, but Jack just stared from the side.
"You aren't going to help?" Lydia asked while poking him.
Jack looked back at her, "You're the healer around here, aren't you?"
Jack looked back at Arad, knowing the explosion was fake. "Cheif would be fine with such an explosion. I saw him tank worse." He said, remembering when Arad tanked the salamander queen's breath.
Lydia grabbed Jack by the shoulder and dragged him toward Arad, "I will go with you, so come on," Jack didn't move a muscle, letting her drag him from the shoulder as if he was a solid statue.
Amber and Aella were already with Arad when Lydia arrived, "How is he doing?"
"He's surprisingly fine," Amber gasped, remembering how loud the explosion was."His right elbow is hurt. Can you heal him?" Aella stared at Lydia.
"Of course, I can," She smiled, pointing her hand at Arad's elbow. "Hmmmm. Interesting." She mumbled.
"What?" Arad asked, staring at her face.
"Your body is scary. I can't feel a damn thing inside," Lydia said, pulling her hand away.
"What are you supposed to feel? It's magic, cast and done, right?" Arad stared at her.
"Usually, when I heal people. I can feel their bones and muscles. But I can't feel a thing inside you." Lydia scratched her head, "I know your wound healed, but not exactly how."