Close Combat Mage Novelas e Histórias

So fast his momentum created illusory images as he moved and caught Kudlak off guard with a force infused punch that drove the kresnik miles back like a rag doll. The old mage looked sideways at laid Clancy "Let me finish your mentor first, then you next!" He assured walking towards Kudlak. Kudlak struggled on his feet from the punch, it was more than he has ever felt. It was so fierce it felt like the force of two skyscrapers crashing on him. Standing on his feet, he saw the mage standing before him but reacting on reflexes, Kudlak dispersed with a release of ice cones and appeared behind the mage. Erupting frost particles, the mage clad himself in transparent fields without even budging. I

Argon, fueled by desperation and determination, fought with everything he had to fend off the relentless assault from the formidable duo of the Crimson Pack. Magical sparks and shadows filled the room as the mage at Argon's side hurled spells at Magnus and Daemon. Magnus, with his immense strength and resilience, deflected most of the magical projectiles, while Daemon gracefully weaved around them, his silver eyes fixed on Argon. Argon's dagger clashed with Magnus's razor-sharp claws, the clash of steel and bone echoing through the chamber. The room seemed to shrink as the intensity of the battle escalated. Daemon lunged with blinding speed, aiming to immobilize Argon with a swift strike, bu

“I take it as a sign of trust. He did teach me a lot of offensive Black Magic as well as a variety of spatial magic. If I recall, Platinum specialises in Elemental and Arcane Magic.” “Yes, she has created all sorts of Supreme Class magic with her knowledge. You should also pick up some close combat skills from your man here. The biggest weakness of a mage is close combat after all. I know.” “My grandma can teach you.” Matthew said. Rose was surprised to hear that. “Your grandma?”

if not for the air of malice that lingered over them as they fought. None of his offensive magic with great destructive force such as the Dragon's Wrath, the Dragon Slay, or the Heaven-slaying Sword would work against an enemy skilled in close-quarters combat. He would not only be missing his target whenever he used these spells or techniques, but he would also be vulnerable to any reprisals from his enemy. And so the gritting fight continued with both sides showing no signs of tiring. Between the Immortal-override Steps and the ancient combat techniques of Family Xiao, Xiao Chen was feeling the pressure piling swiftly. Mo Ran was simply too agile and fast beyond his expectations.

Immature as it may be, it infuriated him seeing someone break common sense. “Want to have a go?” Zeke boldly challenged Q. Q was about to respond but… “Enough,” James said coldly. Suddenly, Zeke and Q both felt a tremendous amount of force. They both went down to their knees. James Emil. Force Mage. A high tier class specialized in wide area spells and crowd control. [Gravity Well] A force-based skill to slow down or halt targets in an area. “Good to know we have promising new breakers,” James said calmly as he lifted the spell. “But let's save all that energy for after the assessment, alright?”

His calm demeanor masked the intensity of his concentration as he wove intricate spells. Aria's bowstring hummed as she fired arrows with uncanny accuracy, targeting enemy mages who sought to unleash devastating spells. Her voice resonated with power as she chanted incantations that bolstered her allies' strength and resolve. Kael stood at the center of the chaos, his hands weaving intricate patterns in the air. Arcane energy surged from his fingertips, manifesting as explosions that scattered enemy ranks.

Their hands are still glowing faintly with magic, but their exhaustion is evident in their trembling stances. Arlo lets out a low growl that ripples through the air, signaling to the pack to attack. We bound forward in unison, claws tearing into the forest floor. A desperate mage raises her hands, managing to unleash a fiery orb, but the pack members easily evade it. The flames singe the fur of the wolf closest to her, but it doesn’t stop his momentum; he tackles her to the ground, claws raking her chest as open before her scream fades into silence. Another mage is chanting furiously, attempting to conjure a spectral wall, but I’m already on him. I’m too quick for his pathetic attempts at de

The core area consists of five Mage Towers. In the centre is a seven-storey intermediate Mage Tower, surrounded on either side by a five-storey junior Mage Tower. In the event of war, the five Mage Towers can create a shield to protect the entire Mage Guild, capable of withstanding attacks of up to sixth level spells or equivalent. A mage is never one to take a beating without fighting back. The Mage Tower also has a Spell Amplification Array, which can increase the attack range of any spell by ten times. For example, Fireball has a maximum range of 1,000 metres.

He said as his tiny fist shook from intense hatred. The mage clicked his tongue in annoyance, "This kid had the guts, huh? Let's see where this guts of yours could take you." He said as he grabbed the boy's thin arms. "I said don't come near me!" The moment the boy shouted, a huge amount of mana exploded and surrounded his thin and frail body. He now stood while he glared with hatred at the five mages who were now a hundred steps away from him as they were caught in the explosion of mana. The mage who grabbed the boy's arm screamed as his hand had burnt with golden flames. He tried so hard to use his mana to dispel the flames but unfortunately, it was all for naught. Moreover, he discovered

Elish felt bad for his heart still stop a bit for Ariet beauty, the ebony skin, the long curly hair, the beautiful fox eyes with the lovely ghostly blue iris, and his big red lips. Elish hesitated for a moment. That was enough time for Ariet to attack him with two short daggers. It made Elish's heart became hard and, he didn't hesitate anymore to use his sword. The combat was hard for Elish, who had just had a huge battle, but Ariet didn't look much better. "to support the giants he must have spent a lot of MANA." Thought Elish looking at Ariet's blows getting slower and more violent. An Archmage that couldn't use MANA couldn't be a match for the sacred knight Elish.