"Sure," Ash smiles, "I'll train."

"Alright," Phoenix replies, "I'll just try... what magic can I use anyways? Hold up, I need a second."

"Take your time," Ash smiles.

Phoenix attempts to use magic. Inky tendrils appear from all directions, lashing out like sentient vines. In addition, black orbs of magical ink appear. Curious, I walk to the location and touch one.

It heals the cut in my mouth as it appears to be absorbed into my skin. Damn thing's been there since last week. They always take so long to heal.

So that would be healing (albeit through an odd method) and inky, vine like attacks. Some kind of writing based magic. Anyways, I'm gonna head on back. See ya later.

"See ya Nathan," Phoenix replies.

"So," Phoenix explains, "here's what we're gonna do. I attack you with these tendrils, and you manipulate the attacks. OK?"

Phoenix attacks. Ash rolls to manipulate.

They get a fourteen, causing the attack to miss. Mortals gather around, to enjoy the show.

Phoenix attacks once more, forcing another roll. They get a three, causing them to get stabbed in the leg.

Phoenix heals their wounds.

"You sure you wanna risk it?" Pheonix asks.

Ash nods.

"Alright," Phoenix shrugs, "if you say so." They attack once more. Ash rolls...

Ash rolls a one. Ash struggles to change their fate. They struggle with all their might against the magic that binds them, against chance. They call apon all their magical power...

They reroll, getting a twenty. The tendril goes left, stabbing a mortal. Wait a minute...

That's Reaper! Quick, Ash! Now's your chance!

Ash quickly makes a plan...