Once Emlica was gone, I shrank back to the cliff, hiding in its shadow. Not that I could actually hide; my aura made that all but impossible, but having something to my back quelled my trembling tail.
"Remember, all combat arts hold inferior power, flexibility, and efficiency when compared to spells," Ernyst said, lecturing Korra and Gayron. "If you try and compete head-on with a mage, you're going to lose. But, even as their strengths counter your weaknesses, the opposite is also true. Use the time they spend casting spells to close the gap and put them on the defensive. Every ward they cast is one spell aimed at you. Every ally you cause them to summon to their defense is another nor harrying your own mages."
"And what about fighting other combat art users?" Gayron asked.
