Seeing how pathetic it was, Lawrend shook his head at himself. He waited for the boos from the crowd.
But contrary to his expectations the crowd didn't boo him or look down at him. Instead, they had hungry eyes. Those eyes were eager to see him use his next spells.
"The next one is useful for close combat since I'm a Mage," Lawrend said.
He took a stance and chanted his spell, "O' Ifrit, give my hands warmth in this winter, give me the power to fight my foes, Flaming Punch!"
He threw a punch forward with his fist glowing red.
*Pah!*
A loud pop resounded as Lawrend broke the sound barrier with his punch and a huge flame shot up to the sky. His fist then slowly turned back to normal.
"Interesting…"