[Sirius learned, when he was Seren, that fire might be a bit too much to work with when he's still figuring out how to mix magic and physical fighting. So he's downgraded to harsh gusts of air-- maybe a little more powerful than a hairdryer. Not bad enough to hurt anyone, but still noticeable enough that Faith can tell him if he's made a hit. And it's actually pretty distracting to get a blast of air in the face, he's noticing.
Maybe too distracting?
Sirius backs up a few paces and holds his hands up, wand pointed to the side against his palm.]
You alright? Am I-- should I go harder or something?
Sparring!
Maybe too distracting?
Sirius backs up a few paces and holds his hands up, wand pointed to the side against his palm.]
You alright? Am I-- should I go harder or something?
[Usually she'd tell him to, after all.]