"So leading a pack of 'wolves' you say, requires one to be stupid? I can't be a good mage if I lead a pack of wolves?" she was irked again now, and she planted her hands on her hips. "And how powerful am I? Granted, I don't use my magic to fight, and you may be a better mage than I, but that doesn't mean I'm a bad one."
She closed her eyes and whispered a word, and a vine started to grow in the ground between them, it snaked higher and higher until it touched the ceiling, then it started to bloom, but the flowers were made of fire. The vine grew up the ceiling, covering it with the fiery flowers and green leaves. Then it burst into flames and disappeared.
Then Naarilash crouched to the ground and picked up some rock dust that was there. she rubbed it between her fingers and threw it at a large piece of rock on the floor behind them. The rock shuddered, then lifted from the ground. It raised to the ceiling and the Naarilash directed it to crash to the ground right behind Khasm.
"I know, that was standard magic, nothing special. And while I haven't my own special brand of magic, If one can perform the most standard spells with excellence, they do not need anything more. It is not the spell, it's the caster. Even the most mundane spells can make wonders in the hands of the right mage."