Merlock stood in the forest, more stoic then he normally would have been. He had already thought on about three strategy's he could use to beat an opponent. He tried to warm up his telekinesis, but it didn't work in this forest, so he should manage on surviving by doing something else. Telekinesis normally was his ultimate defence, and now he could hardly use it, he was more then screwed, that was true. So how would he win? Obviously by thinking of tactics, just like mentioned before, he had already thought on about three. It was a little bit freezing, but nothing Merlock couldn't handle. He had walked in the forest without sound, so he doubted his opponent would have heard him. Though it was more then possible that he was seen. Not smelled though, he didn't had smell.
He started preparing for his ability: Own world, so he could use it later for one of his strategy's. He shifted his eyes, wondering when his opponent was going to come, and how he would look like. What? A wizard could distract himself so that he didn't think about how he was preparing, which was pretty boring. But yeah, he was preparing for his ability Own World, so he could use it later. Both his knifes were in a 'knife holder' hidden somewhere at his torso. He had no harm, since one needed his energy to activate, and the other one just couldn't cut anyone or anything.
He casually used telekinesis to lift a stone there, and then he realised that he could use telekinesis. Perhaps just not on this forest because of those spirits. Hmm, interesting fact for now. It was a forest, more then enough rocks should be there to save him.