Bristlebane briefly considered the merits of being turned into a random critter but quickly weighed the pro and cons finding them not in his favor. He winced at the sudden change in temperature from an arctic wasteland to something more like a blistering desert. Somewhat tired of all this training with little to show for it, none the less Bristlebane quickly refocused on the task at hand. Once again he was surprised by how quickly his magic returned, he was able to once again create a sphere of reasonable size. Bristlebane stared into the sphere focused entirely on keeping it sustained his power slowly draining into as he entered a trance-like state.