“Man… y-you… are a psycho…” Naroh stammered, finally getting in the full glow of the sun. He stood, still shivering, and put his arms out, and up. He kept an eye on the Centaur as he soaked in the pleasant heat. He could feel his strength returning, and as such, decided to take a little shot at the beast. He charged a small fireball, about four inches, and tossed it at the Centaur. He missed purposely, just wanting to get it’s attention. The ball hit near the Centaurs feet and it jumped back. He spoke to the creature again. “Hey now, look. I didn’t take your staff. If I’d touched it with my Fire Fingers, either it’d still be too cold, or it’d melt! There is NO way I could have- OH GOSH!” Naroh dropped flat to the ground as several shards of ice shot out in his direction. They missed and Naroh jumped back up. He tossed another few fireballs at the beast, still trying to get it into a battle. He couldn’t let it charge up near the tree too much longer, or else it’d grow too strong.

Ceto dodged the first couple of fireballs, but the third one struck his cape, starting to burn it. He heard the man laugh as he tried to kill the flame with his staff, and breath. After he was sure it wouldn’t light of fire again, he turned and, continually twirling his staff around, he started shooting out shards of ice several times whenever one end of the staff was pointed at the man. While the man dodged most of the shots, a good few got him, and he dropped down.

Some of the ice shards had pieced Naroh’s skin, causing him great pain, and weakening him more than they should have. He fell down in a slump, not moving a muscle. He wanted all the energy he absorbed to go towards melting the ice, and healing himself. He just hoped that the Centaur wouldn’t come after him now. He doubted it would, as it seemed it was focused on charging it’s staff to it’s possible full power. He lay there… the ice had melted, but he wanted to close the wounds, if nothing else. He did so, having absorbed enough heat to heal the skin, and got up. He quickly shot two five inch fireballs at the Centaur, this time in anger. He was annoyed now. It wasn’t fun anymore.