(Time skip three weeks)

Robert was in the barracks, his hand clutching his sword tightly. As he faced another person that knew magic, he rather be able to fight. A fireball launched at him, his instincts took over he dropped to his knees. Before his wings got him to his feet. He ran forward, ice was now heading his way. His wings got him into the air as he flew forward.

He kicked the sorcerer in the chest, he stumbled slightly. Michael grinned launching both at his best friend. Robert dodged the ice with his wings, before he retracted his wings. Dropping like a stone, he hit the ground holding up his hand for a break.