Novel & Cerita Virtual World: Close Combat Mage

However, what decided the battle wasn't any spell, it was Aizu's sword. She waited until the opponent was casting a spell to attack her with the sword, sending her outside the stage. That was a typical fault of a Magus Path practitioner when battling another Magus Path practitioner. They tended to forget the possibility of a physical attack and concentrated only on casting their best spells quickly. Highly experienced magus might have methods to protect their bodies if they weren't practicing also the Warrior Path, but those at the Mortal Rank had enough with trying to get Rank 1, so if they weren't practicing both Paths, they tended to have weak bodies compared to someone who practiced the

They took a stepped backward, the five hooded men in white cloak that Mayari presumed as mages surrounded her with caution. "You all are better off running for your lives." Mayari coldly spoke. But her enemies didn't budge. Now they are beyond saving. "Do not be full of yourself, arrogant girl!" An old man's voice came from the hooded figure with long white cascading beard. "We have cultivated our magic since infancy. What makes you think that a beginner like you have a chance in defeating us!" "High end mages, I see." Mayari responded with a nod. "But I'm not referring to my magic being compared to the five of you."

"Do not waste yourself believing in this gossips, you little punk. They are just made by stupid folklore. Got it?" "What else can it be? The Lord of Life is going to rise! Just wait and see what happens!" Purple thunders kept lightning the place, the fighters held up their shields over their heads to protect themselves from the electricity. In the middle of the battle, Moriah kept screaming, throwing his hands wide around his body. "STOP THIS!" he exclaimed. Angelic light exploded around him. Slowly, moment after moment, his face turned calm, the furrows in his forehead ceased. His eyes were squeezed forcefully, his breathing came normal and steady.

17(Fire mage) HP-0/1500 -40 DMG -40 DMG -40 DMG -40 DMG -40 DMG -40 DMG -40 DMG Tamed Metallic Python(young)(enhanced) Lvl.16 HP-4945/6700 Energy Blast Volley (Customized) (Attacking Spell) CREATOR: Max(Gaming ID: Blazing Gun) Lvl.3(can be maxed at Lvl.7) Details: Shoots random Ball of energies in a controlled direction.

“And I don’t do well with fists of that nature.” “You don’t like it when people get too close and personal?” “I don’t.” Moss sighed. “That’s how the old mages fought, Kilvic, back when they were still called magi. You are not a magus. At least the academy isn’t training you to be. The magi had too many flaws.” Kilvic turned his head to look at the boy. “Pick a temperament.” “What?” “Your temperament,” he repeated. “You should pick one.”

It was intense and now when she shifted her focus to others, she could see several other werewolves scrambling in the opposite direction. It looked like they were losing and she watched in astonishment as she saw some of them being thrown into the air, smashed against the rocks while some were trying hard to not get sucked in a kind of vortex that each of them was facing. Her eyes traveled to the other side and she saw mages, thousands of mages, maybe more than a thousand. The number was so huge that she couldn't quite place a finger on the rough estimate. They were in their robes and had their sticks, wands, or just bare hands with which they were conjuring spells.

she shouted at him, trying to catch up with him, but she couldn't catch anything, not even her breathe. Thomas Milner saw the carnage building up inside the room, and it wasn't over yet. He turned to the others and shouted as loud as he could, "everybody, hold on to something!" he stomped the ceramic tiling and tightened the tendons in his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs he had no intentions of masking his effort. It took a moment before the floor begun overturning, lifting the floor of the building up and tilting the room towards the doors. He had a form of Earth magic where he could manipulate the physical structure of something without breaking its integrity. The humongous table b

My face clearly reflected the delight I felt at this news, because he quickly continued. “Please don’t assume because you have a greater number of warriors that your victory is a sure thing. Mages have the ability to take out five or more of your people all at once. They do not have to be within close proximity to do damage.” “So, what is the best way to proceed?” Viola asked. Robert took a moment to think and sat down at the table.

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.