''I will show you who I am, damn vampire.''
In his anger about the insolence of the Necromancer he raised his hands and closed his eyes, elevating his voice muttering the incarnation.
A huge enormous fireball was created, but.. it shrinked and shrinked, and the heat disappeared, until it became a small flame, with a little pulse.
Nahar looked surprised about his own power, because he knew he couldn't do it. Then his surprised expression turned into a smile, because the fire became.. almost living.
''I am an apprentice, and my speciality.. nothing and I'm weak, but I can do what a real mage can, value the things I create..''
He closed his hand where the fire was in and lets it vanish.