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More wolves tried to leap at me but I used magic to blast them all out. Cedric had slain over twelve wolves and he was still combatting more. Hilda looked happier jumping high in the sky and landing on unsuspecting wolves back while stabbing them. Suzy equally blasted the lot of them with magic as well as bit them and spread vampire venom in their veins. It looked like we had the upper hand but something else bothered me immensely. The warlock we had bonded by dark object had broken free with the help of the wolves and he was massaging his wrists and stretching his neck.

"Shut up!" The bandit leader shouted at his subordinate. Even he was regretting that he messed with this group of people. He was starting to get scared when he saw his subordinates getting killed. He was feeling regretful but he hardened his face. In their group, only him has a magic attribute, an Intermediate rank level 2. He can fight a couple of novice rank mages and so, seeing that the four mages look to be in their teens, he immediately assumed that they would be a novice rank. He didn't expect that they were that powerful. Especially the person in black, he might not see any magic attribute, but he is sure that that person is no ordinary. Especially, how that person in black cloak expe

With a deep, Minotaur roar he surged forward, raising his large axe with the intent of cleaving the Mage nearest him. Zalikhe turned at the sound of his roar. She sent a strong burst of mystical energy at him. It struck him in the chest, and the tall warrior stumbled. She cast a second one and he stopped, tumbling forward in pain, as the axe fell heavily to the ground. He was unable to rise with the pain racing through him. His dark eyes narrowed in frustration as he saw the Mages heading through the doors with their prize. His frustrated roar echoed across the grounds.

Everything is fine. As I went through the rounds fighting different opponents I realize that I am not good at close range fighting seeing as I was only focusing on getting better with my magic. This seems to be a weakness that I need to overcome. How can I be strong if I can't simply be able to fight people up close and personal?

“That’s blood magic. Robbing someone else of their will like that—that’s different from just putting up a shield. There’s no way they could have done something that powerful without spilling some blood about it.” “What can we do?” I ask. “Well, the point of combat magic is to do ranged damage,” Wilder says. “Damage over a distance. If you were going to fight close up, you could just shift, and you’d probably have the upper hand because teeth and claws and wolf muscles are faster than any spell. Moon Casters know that. That’s why they’ll never let a shifter get close if they can help it, which is why you need to know how to fight from far away.”

She wore a baldric strapped to her back, carrying two swords, and a dagger at her hip, along with the assortment of small pouches that designated her as a mage. A man followed a step behind her, so similar in face and form to Rivyn that they could only be twins, except this man’s face curled in a sneer similar to that which Rivyn had worn when we had first met. My mage had softened from how he had been when I had cut him down from the tree. I had not noticed how much so, until this mirror image of him was held up as a comparison. The man’s clothing was black, like his lady’s, and as finely made and embroidered. There was blood on his hand and across his cheek, and he held a bloody sword loos

Blinding fire explodes around him, and the rival Nobles shout in alarm. Some of them summon shields of fire or magic or manage to leap out of the way, but others aren't so lucky. Others begin hurling countless deadly attacks at the massive beast, but his scales take most of the brunt as he roars and snaps at our foes. I deflect a deadly spell from one of the guard casters and send a devastating attack toward Magnus. Since my magic can't work on any of the Liminal order members, I focus on Magnus Wrath and the guard Nobles, alongside Jay, while Mosley moves his focus over to Azrien.

I almost never transform so I have no idea how to fight with it' ##############

Magic surged at her fingertips, coiling around attackers, deflecting spells, and striking back with devastating force. Damien moved alongside her, his aura flaring, every step and strike a perfect complement to her own. When an enforcer tried to breach her line, Damien intercepted, a predator in perfect synchrony, fangs and claws flashing, magic rippling from his hands in lethal arcs. The battlefield became a storm of silver light, sparks, and shadows, the ground trembling beneath the combined force of magic and wolf fury.