Myron never really believed in multi-tasking, it was always assumed that an individual could either put his whole focus in to one thing expertly, or divide that concentration, and create far from perfect results; however, if such a thing existed, he'd need to call upon its all mighty powers here and now.
The air seemed moody, a first sign of the opponent's move. With a newfound affinity for this forgotten land, it was impossible not to notice. Not finished reading his book, yet unwilling to be rid of his position, Myron would need to counter whatever was headed his way, and before the tornado could fully develop. Reaching swiftly in to his front robe pocket, one hand, three cards, a quick glance down to ensure each had the correct markings. The other hand finished engraving a symbol upside down in to the astral halo. As the gender fluid wizard leaped back, Myron opened a gap in his wings just small enough to fit having those three enchanted cards flicked out at high speeds. In two broad swings, and a half pivot, he sent them off spinning. Two would be directed forwards in to the gap between fighters, the third flew far in the opposite direction. Each held an adamant enchantment, and thus wouldn't sog or be ripped apart instantly, however these specific cards had additional effects; two held miniature rifts that weren't yet pathed, the third was empowered with antimagic. The anti-magicked card had an odd trajectory, aimed upwards at the gem in the sky, its use was strictly scientific. Elemental magic was often the hardest to nullify, due to it being primarily physical in nature, or the magic being a push behind the scenes. The card's job was cutting the tether between magic and air, perhaps dulling the tornado once caught. The in-battle rift rune would land closer to Myron, just beyond the borders of his furthes rune ring, he'd flash-freeze the card in to a puddle of water, so that it wouldn't be sucked in to the tornado.
Sparing absolutely no time in-between actions, Myron simultaneously slashed his quill wand downwards, pointing it's catalyst forwards, he'd hurl his halo at the ground where the tornado would land. The final markings enacted an idiom known as Stare In To The Abyss, a powerful vortex comprised of high powered gravity augmentation, drawing everything in to a cosmic rift. The tornado, being formed from sky to earth, would be sucked straight in to the void where only extremophiles may survive, whatever air pressure was left over would hardly be as dangerous.
Whatever the case, every precaution formed another layer in the great defense, and without his crown, Myron feared for his skull. Always fluid in motions, Myron's quill was pointing exactly where he wanted it to be at the end of its vertical slice, so he'd give it a good wrist-twist and unlock a barrier rune, formed by the ring finger in his ink hand's first spread. A lot was going on, however given his good insight, Myron would be left unscathed by the end of the action. The wind, although widespread and powerful, would be mitigated enough not to peel the frozen etchings of rune words off of the ice rink. Water, dust, and rocks flailed about, however the angelic wings were enough to block the debris. Whilst attached to his giant wings, the scribe was at least heavy enough to endure being pushed out of his bullseye, although he might slide a smidgen. With the barrier now in effect, Myron would be allowed the peace and quiet necessary to finish reading his book, whilst finishing up his enchantments at the same time.
Every second spared, Myron grew more powerful, soon enough he'd be able to match his opponent's prowess, however right now he understood his limits, and knew he'd lose this fight if unprepared. Based on the intelligence level of his opponent, Myron figured she knew and would fight to stop his stalling. The tornado was an excellent tactic, if it succeeded it'd rid the scribe of his defensive positioning, and deny him access to freely moving his ink creations. His barrier was something of a good-measure, if anything went wrong. Only after the barrier's erection, could he freely move his ink hands again, which would begin the process of clawing the area even closer to him, forming five more blank runic circles, fitting a total of eleven within the perameters of roughly fifty feet. The first idiom he'd call upon now, one of his trump cards, the Time-Space Paradox, he'd etch it in to the circle formed by his ink-hand's pinky finger, during it's second sweep. Once activated, in its current flip, the idiom would speed up time within the controlled area, creating a perfect situation for any mage who requires massive preparations.
In his natural habitat, the arcane scholar can often be found reading, writing, or bending the laws of reality to fit their needs! Here we have Myron, a younger male scribe trapped in between several natural disasters. Unlike many other classes, magi keep their wit and composure when facing danger. Watch as Myron enacts all the actions of your typical arcane scholar. Doodling a rune in his book? Check. Reading literature? Check. Readying a riposte most deviantly and magically so? Check!
A flood amassed within the dividing barrier, it would mark the beginning of a transformation. Myron would become veiled from Crystal's sight, and vice versa, however the mask from earlier would give the scribe vision beyond his beseiged castle. It's levitation stopped the minute that barrier formed, due to the division of Myron's own magical control. Its effects, however, defied space, so Myron might be able to witness a 1st person tornado ride in 3d, whilst not actually being present.
Hidden from sight, unhindered, Myron geared himself for the battle ahead with extreme haste. A second halo would form, whilst silver ice coated his body and took the shape of full plate armour. From measly scholar to a knight in shining armour. A scribe in shining water. As large globs of liquid were chiseled in to an arsenal hovering around his body; Roughly five round shields, and a dozen frozen battlestaves were formed, each with a different animal shaped headpeace. Each and every weapon or armour would require an adamantine enchantment, this action would likely go uninterrupted, however as quick as Myron was when empowered by meditation and sped up time, enchanting was a process that took effort. Seconds might pass, each one meant so much to the scribe. The adamant mark was one he had extensive practice with, it didn't strain his concentration. Each battlestaff would eventually bare a mark in the mouth or along the handle, and each would be empowered with the kind of magic you'd expect of a typical spell-slinging staff. The shields too would be enchanted beyond just physical protection, in entirety, his arsenal would require nearly every rune he knew, thus is why he needed time on his side. To ensure his actions weren't seen, Myron coated the inside of his barrier's wall with a curved sheet of ice.
Beyond the fortification, the flash-frozen landscape may chip, and ice shards would begin flying about rapidly if Crystal continued to empower her tornado. The bubble-bombs around her might be popped prematurely, due to the massive area-of effect attack of hers, and the fact there would be debris flying everywhere. Myron judged that he might lose his mask and antimagic card in his own vortex, however this was a price he was willing to pay.
