The wolf watched Metz as he strafed away from him, and responded by doing the same. He ran backwards, coating his arms and heels in ice as he skated away from the mage. Obviously to keep his distance. He knew what the combat mage could do with his bare hands, and he didn't want to be on the receiving end of another faceful of fire.

As they separated, Daniel grew two shards of ice in his hands and flung them outwards. Not intending to hit the mage at all, the shards instead landed on the other side of the fountain as he skated around it. The shards embedded themselves in the stone floor, and ice slowly began to spread, frost expanding from the two shards as he rounded the fountain.

The broken fountain was now between him and the mage.

Daniel stopped skating and dropped one more ice shard down at his feet, the ice magic buried in it slowly spreading to the ground around him.

He smirked to himself.

But then he focused on the task at hand: how to defeat this mage. He would've surely learned new tricks in between their first bout and now.

Daniel started skating to his left, back around the other side of the fountain. The mage was walking towards him now, and he could sense the magic building in the air as the caster wove a spell. In return he wove a few smaller shards of ice, akin to shrapnel, and flung them at the mage to get a response. His throw speed wasn't that fast, but it would be fast enough to catch the combat mage and give him a few cuts if he wasn't careful.