“Hmm… The distance was good but the power was shot.” The Fairygodather mused to himself as he looked at the spell hit a tree. It did not damage it on the surface. Not that he was aiming for that. Salem kept it subtle with his magic. He was training in a clearing that he found. It had various gear brought to it for his magic training.
He took a moment to exit his form. Making a light mist around his body to cool down. His outfit was made to be breezy and easy to move in. Short shirts, some boots, and a breezy shirt that was open in the front. Some stereotypes may claim he looked more flaming than a fire spirit on the sun. Salem thought he was being fashionable and cute. He simply owned up to his potential.
The Fae got back to work. He wanted to get some work in on his movement techniques. He could already use the flight spell with his staff. He has cast magic from his feet and legs, in some kicks and what not. Now he wanted to see if he could try to make things easier from him. Doing battle while staying on the move was already hard. Especially with his already weakened body. That flaw was why he worked so hard even before the sun came out. Working while it was up was just showing off. It just helped that he was a literal mister.
Salem lifted his leg and put it down. His greenish blue water formed underneath his foot. He took a slip and fell flat on his face. Hurting his decently made nose. Salem lifted his face and waved his hand. A splash of water hit him in the face and on the injured nose. The nose straightened up and the blood disappeared. It looked as good as it did before anything happened to it. The fae was the most proficient in healing magic. A simple break was an easy fix. If only he did not feel the pain when it first happened.