Because his Quirk was such a presence, once, his magic creates the allusion. Blending ice, and old habits; crust and armor fused to cooling skin—which he hides beneath his fingers.
He keeps his eyes on scattered stones, and then he's watching the one who's left them. At the least, he's not hostile.
His posture sets his mind at ease, and so he's drawn in steps closer.
"I haven't used magic in combat before. But it looks like you can..."
Vaguely, gesturing to his "ammo".
"I don't know what I'm capable of, anymore. So I thought I'd find out." Then, as if he's embarrassed at just the thought, he casts his look sideways. "I thought fighting you could show me. If you don't mind that..." A little crackling interrupts this, and the youth sighs exhausted.
"Sorry. It's been like this a while, now." Worse, recently. "My flame's not like this at all."
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Because his Quirk was such a presence, once, his magic creates the allusion. Blending ice, and old habits; crust and armor fused to cooling skin—which he hides beneath his fingers.
He keeps his eyes on scattered stones, and then he's watching the one who's left them. At the least, he's not hostile.
His posture sets his mind at ease, and so he's drawn in steps closer.
"I haven't used magic in combat before. But it looks like you can..."
Vaguely, gesturing to his "ammo".
"I don't know what I'm capable of, anymore. So I thought I'd find out." Then, as if he's embarrassed at just the thought, he casts his look sideways. "I thought fighting you could show me. If you don't mind that..." A little crackling interrupts this, and the youth sighs exhausted.
"Sorry. It's been like this a while, now." Worse, recently. "My flame's not like this at all."