Festos After A Day Plus Six: Power
Skullius took in deep breaths as a sharp light died down from his body, strings of steam rising from his sweaty (watery) muscles hidden under a linen shirt.
He would never take it off when others were around as they would naturally question what the dark tattoos on his chest were.
"Some Mage you are..." Oliviana who was five meters away from him also breathing rapidly said while shaking her hand and standing up straight from her lowered stance. "You seem to gravitate towards close combat more than actual magic. Or perhaps it's you just holding back?"
Skullius flashed a smile as he also dropped his guard.
"Maybe a bit of both," he said.
The two were in a large room much like one of the evaluation spaces that Skullius had been taken to by Jac to assess his prowess.
There were grey walls that were chipped but sturdy along with a dark floor which resisted much of the force from powerful mana reinforced attack forms.