"Well, what can I do? I have a strong body, with great stamina and can heal fast," Sol said. He stepped a bit closer to the edge of the pool. " By the way, what was that spell? It was really insane. I didn't know power like that existed in this world. You almost wiped out a whole army by yourself."
"That is the power of a Shaman," Zephyra said proudly, a smug smile touching her full lips. " We do not just bind beast spirits or rely on brute force. We commune with the world itself. You Spirit warrior boys swing your sharp sticks and build your dense muscles.
You rely entirely on yourselves. Meanwhile a Shaman commands the world. We pull the ambient essence of the sky and the earth and force it to do our bidding. It is a higher path, a subtle art, far beyond just swinging a sharp stick."
Sol looked down at her. The steam. The sweat. The ridiculous, impossible curves practically spilling out of the wet linen.
