Day 2

The second day remained peaceful. Aside from the amazing discovery of a bathroom, everyone just did their own thing.

Most of those without family given spell had locked themselves behind doors, learning with fanatic effort.

Those who already formed a spell circle were a bit mixed in opinion. Some chose to train, others to strategise in case of an emergency, the last wasted their time playing dice.

"So how does your spell work exactly?" Vincent stared at Typh. He did not try to read anything out of her expression, he just had nowhere else to look.

"It allowes me to channel light into myself to heal injuries."

Vincent let the coin flow through his fingers. 'So is she a healer? But she is a fighter? So a paladin. No I can not use standard DnD logic!'

"How good are you with your heals? Can you heal a flesh wound? Are you able to treat sickness?"

She looked at his focused blue eyes then grinned.

"I am able to heal myself, pretty good. But only myself."

Vincent opened his mouth slightly, then he snapped his finger, the coin melting back into a ring.

'So she is a monk then.'

"We can work with that. The longer you can sustain your spell the better, I will feel your mana flow and help you waste less."

Typh shrugged her shoulders and turned around, waiting for something to happen.

"What are you doing, just use your magic. As long as you do not walk out of the room it would work."

She raised her eyebrows, her hand fidgeting with the blanket.

"If someone leaves the room it is going to be you. This is my place."

Vincent just leaned back and closed his eyes feeling the mana. It was hard to concentrate on both.

"Okay I can see what is wrong, you should…."

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"You need to deflect the hit, not block it like a stupid person."

Typh's leg was raised up, then came crashing down on Vincent's raised defence. His arms dropped at the sheer force.

She stopped, walked towards him and grabbed his arm. "Like this." She positioned the arm raised, and tilted to the side. "The hit must glide of. Some say meeting force with force will hurt you just as it hurts the other. They are wrong, you will feel much more pain."

She got into position once more and began her violent assault.

"You know," Vincent desperately blocked another hit. He was being driven around by her on slaughter. "Knowing how it is supposed to work, and being able to do it are two different things."

He tanked a hit on the shoulder. Typh did not use her full force, neither did she buff herself by circulating mana.

"And that is exactly why we keep practising."

He cursed under his breath. He learned at a snakes pace, still it was fun in a way. Adrenaline pumped through him.

The training was productive. Typh was able to sharply decrease the cost of her magic, making it a sustainable power and not just a trump card. Vincent learned how to keep himself alive for more than a minuet.