[ With a tight nod, Rhy turns his concentration on his magic again. He's never summoned fire this large or sustained before, but putting together everything he's practiced and learned so far, it should be doable. He has been putting his efforts to shaping the flame recently, with Stephen's help of course.
He mutters to himself, something unintelligible that might have been a different language, coaxing the fire. ON his signal-- whatever that may be. He decides to be straightforward as possible. ]
Now.
[ Rhy spreads his arms, pushing forth a bright arc of flame that lashes out like a whip, forming a line in front of them in a brief barricade. ]
no subject
He mutters to himself, something unintelligible that might have been a different language, coaxing the fire. ON his signal-- whatever that may be. He decides to be straightforward as possible. ]
Now.
[ Rhy spreads his arms, pushing forth a bright arc of flame that lashes out like a whip, forming a line in front of them in a brief barricade. ]