Mayt shrugged, letting his smile fade a little. "Well, part of it may be that my magic is hard to practice. You can't exactly ask someone to keep shooting arrows at you until you manage to stop one, so I can't work on stopping projectiles. But what I have done is I can channel it a little farther, but not as far as I wish I could. But hey, progress is progress right?" He gives a slight shrug, and smiles again. "At the very least, it shows that my power has room to grow, which means I may yet have the chance to become great, eh? At the very least, I can handle magic that takes time to charge up, and I can start a fire with no problem."