@[member="Kathryn Dae"]
The Apprentice was acrobatic, Krag could give her that much. As she rolled, Krag's blade only glanced her leg but it still had shot a streak of blood across the floor. Krag took no time to pride himself for getting first blood and watched the apprentice role beside him, but he was not nearly quick enough to counter her move with his own sword and quickly found himself roaring in pain as her saber impacted the back of his knee and was just barely stopped enough to keep him from losing the leg. Kicking his front leg forward, Krag was able to dislodge the blade from his armor but he could still feel the searing pain from the cut in the back of his leg.
Fumbling forward and almost falling onto his face, Krag spun himself around and charged up a ball of flame in his gut. Breathing heavily outward, Krag sent a cloud of dragon's flames at the young apprentice. So hot was the burning cloud that even the slightest touch was enough to melt metal to flesh and turn bone to charcoal.