The blade struck true, making Martin wince. He knew his aura reserves were running low, but he had a feeling his opponent couldn't be too far behind. Desperate, Martin released his grip on his weapon just as Razz's hilt came towards his hands, and he touched another of the charms on his necklace. Suddenly, a raging inferno billowed up around the fighters. It was technically an illusion - so the audience members in the back rows may be a little confused as to what's going on - but the fire Dust he had triggered infused it with a heat that was very real. He reached down and fished his discarded shirt out of the water, throwing it on and letting the dampness and the ice Dust woven into it cool him off, then grabbed for his weapon again, rushing closer and shifting it back to sword form. As he burst through a wall of illusory flame between them, he slashed downwards, allowing gravity to add to the force of his swing.
(8% depletion, potential disorientation either from the illusion itself or from the heat it's generating)
(24% aura)