Close Combat Mage Novelas e Histórias

It does. “Ha!, It works!” I create more spears mid-air and aim them at the mages surrounding me. “Aim, set, fire” The spears fire at lighting speed, causing sonic booms. Most of the mages can’t dodge, so the spears impale them. The ones that do dodge are injured by the explosion of the spears. The sigil deactivates and I make quick work of them with my bat. The second in command floats down and looks around at all his downed men. “Impressive, you managed to hold off a squadron of mages, and even win. I have underestimated you. I won’t make that mistake again.” He catches the spear I fire from behind him and the explosion seems to do nothing to him.

But I was too quick, too agile, and I evaded the attack with ease, the mage's slow and clumsy movements a stark contrast to my own lightning-fast reflexes. It was child's play, a game of tag where I was the hunter and they were the prey. I gave the mage a quick kick to the stomach, sending him crashing to the wall with a sickening thud. He let out a pained cry as he vomited blood, his body writhing in agony. I cast the Ice Spike spell with a silent, swift motion, the magic unfolding with precision and deadliness. The close combat mage didn't even have a chance to react before he felt the icy spike pierce his thighs, pinning him to the ground.