Close Combat Mage Novels & Stories

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

Jim gave a chuckle as he pick up the arrow that was laying in the table. "I battled against her myself!" He then glanced at the hooded man. '"Her speed is like almost similar to us elves, and her magic are advance enough for her to become a master" Jim stated as he examined the arrows sharp head, darted it to a round board, and perfectly hitting the center. "And that's what you call a lowly, amateur, apprentice?" Jim questioned, venom in his voice. The man didn't reply immediately, his lost for words. He doesn't know what to respond, its Jim who saw her power and he hasn't. In fury, he clenched his fists tight and gave a growl.

Go now and be fast," I told Duke. The Mages were my strongest contenders. Their King killed most of my best warriors with his powers. I had to use a special gift I had never used before. Heat vision - allows me to fire two thick laser-like beams of intensified heat in the form of heat irradiated speed or fiery-like beams. Well, using that power to kill the Mage King with the help of Duke had dire consequences.

"I hope our fight can be memorable." Why is she acting naive? From the looks of it she should only be a little older than me. She's also a Commanding Officer, their base limit is worth fifty thousand and I'm worth fifty thousand. So this should be a fair challenge. I know she's a Zeno user but I don't know whether it's an attack or body type. So he's a mage and he's cute too! But why type of mage is he? His bounty! If I recall it's about fifty thousand and I haven't taken out anyone higher than fifty one thousand. Even if he's strong... I'm stronger.

I knew for a fact that every mage was stronger than me. I saw that almost the majority of them could control fire or water. I turned my gaze to the other part of the arena where some were practising controlling the air, letting snow swirl up and controlling the tempo. After the fire fiasco, everyone was probably more or less trying to restrain their powers. Manifesting a small amount, enough that will allow them to practise. A member of the clan, a roguish-looking man, came and placed a bowl of water wordlessly, then left before I could utter my gratitude.

War drums echoed across the compound as Bloodfang forces emerged from the forest like a tide of shadow and steel. From the walls, I could see Kael's banners streaming in the wind that preceded the coming storm crimson cloth marked with the snarling wolf head that had once been my own symbol. "Three hundred warriors, just as the scouts reported," Marcus observed grimly, lowering his spyglass. "Plus siege equipment and what looks like a full complement of battle-mages." Battle-mages. Wolves trained to channel raw pack energy into destructive force. They couldn't match the individual power of an Eclipse Covenant heir, but working together they could level entire sections of wall.

Cormac takes a hit across his left shoulder that I see from the junction, and I know from the way he absorbs it that it's real, not just a glancing blow. He doesn't slow down. The three of us—Cormac, me, and two Rookeries wolves—take the first mage down with that specific collaborative rhythm that comes from having fought together before. The way we distribute our attention and time our press means the mage can't handle all the threats at once. The mage goes down. The second mage is in the sublevel with Dante. I hear the exchange rather than see it—the distinctive sounds of a fight happening in a confined space. Then the sound that means it's over, a different quality from the noise of a fig

"So, you're a short-ranged fighter like me? I understand what your going for. We have no experience fighting alongside each other, so you want me to catch him off guard. But that would only work if I was a medium to long ranged magic-user." "I think you're forgetting about something. Enhancers like us have a have increased reaction times. Follow me closely, you can aim for an opening before he comprehends what's happening." The four mages in robes stand in each corner of the cavern. They clasp their hands together and a magic defense shield surrounds the fighters. This ensures that the spectators and the walls of the cavern do not take any damage.

If one is not ready for that kind of power, one should not consider a mage as a worthy adversary. Lamag had been fighting enough mages in wars to know that mages are most dangerous just before they are at risk of dying. Their magic has the ability to multiply and explode uncontrollably in the hope of preserving the lives of the mages. Every soldier must be ready for it when fighting against mages, and Lamag has enough scars from his failures in the battle to be prepared for that kind of power.

The soldier said while shaking his head. But, Yman's mouth showed a smile instead. In these kinds of attacks, archers were playing an important role, though Mage type magicians have powerful attacks, they don't have an unlimited source of magic. Magic of the high tier needs more stamina to cast. So, Mage type magicians were easily exhausted, and they were not suitable for lengthy battles. Unlike the Archer type magician, they only need to generate a little and low tier magic, which is hardening, to strengthen and harden their arrows. As long as there's more supply of arrows, they were able to support the vanguard for longer.