Chapter 1211: 1211. Just Not Right

"Ha! Take this!" Remey's fist was covered in blistering flames while Gil jumped back and took the dagger from his chest strap sheath. He had allowed for her to get too close while they trained. The game of Remey dodging projectiles or deflecting them had turned in to one of him trying his best to avoid the insanely quick swapping of elemental fists. He didn't even have a hope of using his bow in between. But this was the pressure that he needed. 

"Just try it. You can't lay a hand on me!" His words were enough to push Remey even further. He had the tactic of annoying her down to a science. Now he just needed to put it in to practice so that he would be able to win this sparring match.