"Your casting is too long, it's impractical in a real battle. It seems to burn through a substantial amount of mana." Sir Orchedies said as he looked at flaming armor around Airon's body.
"Yes, well, It's still a work in progress, the more I use it the better I will be at summoning it. My mana pool is nearly infinite from what I've experienced but the amount this burns through only allows me to leave it up for a while. It doesn't eat through my spirit unless I force it to." Airon explained as the flames slowly disappeared, leaving thin smoke behind that was lifted from his skin.
Noticing the smoke he was emitting only one question was brought to mind. "Is it a painful spell?"
"No, quite the opposite actually." Airon also noticed the smoke as he looked at his arms and legs. "I need to make it more efficient but as I said— progress." " Can you give me a hand?"
"How do you mean?" Sir Orchedies questioned.
"Spar with me."
"Spar?"
