Mayt smiles, his eyes still closed, and he draws his sword, holding it straight up. "Known how to fight longer than I've known how to use magic, so shouldn't be too much of a problem. Though I've never had much problem with mundane or magical creatures." He holds the sword unwavering for about a minute, before effortlessly twirling it so it points down, and sliding it back into its scabbard. He opens one eye and smiles. "Of course you wouldn't be here, it's a magic guild right?" He obviously chose to take it in the more lighthearted way. He closes his eye again after a moment, not minding that she took out her sketch pad.

"Aren't most magical attacks energy? Like say, someone that controls fire. If they launched a fireball at me, couldn't I just try to absorb the fireball into my heat field, then get close and cook them alive. Or, the other way, he could use his fire to power my heat field so I could use it against some other opponent? Most mages seem to be able to change their magical energy into another kind of energy, while I can't. Perhaps is there a mage who uses outside energy to create magical energy? If that's a case, we could simply create an unbeatable team. I could potentially control or stop magic-based or energy-based attacks, while other mages could give me energy to focus and use to deflect or destroy attacks based on physical objects. Like arrows or rocks." Mayt just speaks what comes to mind, calmly wondering what use his powers could be. "But I can't go on the attack unless I get close. my magic doesn't reach more than a few inches." He opens his eyes, holding one hand, half open, pointing towards the sky.

Mayt focuses all the heat he's gathered to a point just above his finger, and after a moment of deep breathing and focus, a small wisp of smoke-less fire forms just above his finger. After a moment a gust of wind comes by and extinguishes it, and he smiles lightly, letting his hand stay in that position. After a minute another small will-o-the-wisp of fire forms, but it doesn't seem affected by the wind this time. He stares at the entrancing red flame, not moving from that position.