Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170123160700/@comment-25073873-20170215125329

"Ugh. Not the hottest flames I have ever seen, but pretty damned annoying and bright. A lot of magicka expended just to maintain something like that" said Aeren as he decided to fly backwards and hover at a good distance, covering his face with one of his arms, to avoid the heat from severely affecting him, even if the initial explosion singed him slightly. A quick healing spell would take care of that sort of damage anyway. Aeren lowered his arm and decided to fly around to survey the area, at a safe distance.

"A gap, as you channel magic. This is the final stage of the battle. Energy cannot burn. Energy cannot be destroyed by something as weak as combustion and heat. And thus I will use energy against you. You cannot burn my final gift" smiled Aeren as he drew back one of his arm, the one not shielding his face from the light. Golden mist extended above his hand, forming into a spear. A normal aedric spear.

With a smile, Aeren threw the spear at full force and it accelerated forth like a beam of light. Aeren had just aimed for Wrath's head. Flames couldn't stop an energy attack made of hard light, so all he needed to see was how durable his opponent was before he decided on which choice of tactic to take.