"There's nothing wrong with my concentration. My target isn't the issue." Waving a hand at the dummy Sam smiled as a sheen of blue magic surrounded it then faded. Only a slight discoloration proved that the barrier was there.

"Course a stationary target is much easier to deal with." Sam chuckles, idly tapping at the straw. "At this point it's just practice. It's just a matter of increasing my magical stamina and being able pull the magic in the area to do most of the work, rather than taxing my own."

He smiles at the man then, obviously having forgotten he was talking to a Templar. The thought lessens his smile but he doesn't let it falter. "If you don't mind me saying so... you aren't like some of the other Templars I've met."