Still
continuing...
He felt water enter his lungs, a sucking gasping choking fit overwhelming him. He tried to grab ahold of the ice on top of him. It splintered. His head broke the surface, and a gasp of cool refreshing air filled his lungs. But then he fell again, deep into the lake, his head submerged.
His body turned to ice. No, literally. And ice, being lighter than water, floats. (Granted, dead bodies float too, but he wasn't dead. More's the pity. Though he didn't see it that way). He bobbed to the surface, where a quick flow of fire made him melt.
Suddenly thawed, he pulled himself out of the water and onto the ice. He lay there, still, for a long time. And he tried to figure out what he had just done.
It had something to do with the water. Could that be it? Did he always have water around when he worked his magic?
No, he didn't. But he always had some element around. Maybe the wind was gusting, or a fire was burning, or he was in a dusty patch of ground. Today, there had been both wind and water.
Yeah, I'm bored with this.