He draws the fire from the air, spinning it in his hand- the flaming spheregrows larger and hotter as it pulls from the essence. The brittle air crackles with pulsing energy feeding into the sphere. The fog draws breath, writhing like a living curtain, twisting around the mage. Fire and water, he controls them both, binding them to his will. This is a very small acrylic painting I did many years ago. But it has this kind of raw energy to it that I still kind of like.