The ever alert eyes of Tharraleos watched the man form the wall of flame. The slightest of grins tucked at the corners of his beak from the resourcefulness of his opposition. A distraction that serves as an attack? Already this man was showing potential, which meant he didn't want to risk disappointing him and ruin any chance for enjoyment. As the torrent of fire careened towards him, his right wing folded against him while the left swung through the air in a wide, underhanded arc, folding itself directly afterwards. This was well before Raelis was within range, which denoted his target wasn't the Knight. Instead, he decided to show his own elemental prowess and from the feathered appendage came a large, crescent shaped construct of air. 

It soared through the air vertically, its bottom edges tearing through the ground's surface like a hot knife through butter. It carved its way through the wall in a similar fashion straight down the middle, causing it to part with the 2 separate halves just barely passing him. But even with that minimal exposure, it was quite clear he needed to avoid direct assaults from the heat. He had no specific defenses against the likes of blazing temperatures, though he wouldn't prevent him from attaining victory. After all, he had prevailed against proficient magic users in the past, so this was nothing he couldn't grasp.

The barely visible arc of wind didn't stop at the scorching detriment. Instead it would carry on for a couple meters more before fading away. If the Champion were to find himself in the path of this, the impact would likely  be enough to cause minor damage to his armor. These projectiles were known to slice through the likes of steel with relative ease. This was also a way to gauge the durability of his foe, assuming it met its mark. Either way, Tharr would stare intently at the man's reactions and would adjust himself accordingly.

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