She found herself glancing to him from time to time, watching as he tended to leather, repairing the handle. The small witch looked to the target as he looked towards her. She breathed in, a faint red circle appearing around her on the floor. "Fire..." She whispered lightly, a ball of flames forming in her hand, which she tossed at one of the targets, hitting it. The circle changed to a faint blue, a stream of water following after the fire, streams of the clear, pure liquid flowing around her slightly. The stream hit the target, dousing the flames.