[i]He's moving in closer. Unsurprising. He won't expect you to do the same, though - to him you are an unarmed pyromancer, capable only at a distance. Prove him wrong.[/i]

The voice was right, as always. The warrior had little trouble avoiding the burns Aelith had sent his way, though that was unsurprising. She still had plenty up her sleeve, and it would be more useful if it remained there, for now. Aelith was no mere pyromancer, and her studies into lavamancy, as many actual pyromancers also have done, were not the full extents of her abilities. But for now, at least, it would be best if her prey thought so. There would be plenty to kill him with later, if need be.

In the hopes of seeming limited in her options, Aelith used a similar tactic in her second attack to that of her first - a cliché fireball attack. Using both hands, she threw a large (about the size of a basketball, though obivously Aelith didn't know what a basketball was) ball of fire, directed at her opponent's chest. The attack was not meant to hurt him - though of course she'd be glad if it did - it was meant to look like it was meant to hurt him, a hasty attack made by a panicking amateur who had overestimated their abilities. Really, she was conserving her power, trying to avoid burning herself out before the real fight began. She did not call on the dead for this one.

As she was doing this, she supported her feint with a little acting - subtle things like anxiously stepping backwards, shifting her eyes around the terrain either side of her opponent as if looking for an escape route, but being scared to look away from him. This and the attack should convince him of the assurance of his victory, before teaching him a thing or two about how to fight a witch... and how they fight you.