[IC] Paragon's End [Modern/Fantasy/Anime/Adventure]

[Cottonmouth]

Nemo parried Nevar's attack once more, however this time he definitely had a shorter margin for error. "Your slashes lack inspiration, if that teleport is your only trick we're going to be at this for days!" Nemo commented.

He's gone for a frontal attack all three instances, he must be buying time for something.

As soon as Nemo lifted his own sword back to begin a counter attack, the space around them slightly distorted. Nemo's own warp spell kicked in and placed him to the back-right of Nevar. He finished his swing, starting from the bottom and cutting up diagonally.

[Mal2103]

Alya quickly pushed forward towards the torrent of incoming flame in an attempt to continue her assault's momentum. Her barrier's energy quickly reacting to the incoming magical attack and increasing the barrier's intensity. The flame surged around her as she pushed through unfazed by the magical attack. Her barrier once again returned to a passive state as the flames ended.

Alya quickly followed up with another strike this time swinging horizontally from the left towards Travis' chest; the runes still glowing a sickly dark purple. She knew that her opponent was intimidated by her from how he has been handling this engagement, and that if she kept pressuring him he would have less and less time to think and compose himself.

[ShiningSector]

Well, that didn't work, thought Travis after witnessing Alya rushing through his fiery blaze with little effort at, all thanks to her barrier that seemed to intensify against the attack. If anything though, he didn't expect his spell to have much effect in the first place and rather served its purpose in prodding against the barrier in order to expose its function and weaknesses. Based on the results, the barrier was reactionary; strengthening once a magical attack was upon it. The defensive spell was no doubt a more hardier element to deal with than he first expected.

However as he guessed, Alya was already pushing ahead with another swing of her staff ever-radiating its draining haze, this time to Travis' right flank. It truly surprised him how much ground Alya was aggressively gaining in order to strike out at him; it was almost a wonder why she wasn't using any spells to engage him. The fact didn't matter to much to him but if he had to surmise, it was likely an attempt to passively neutralize him which made sense considering the effects of the aura he could easily pick-up on.

With mana already collected, Travis had little choice but to respond again through another evasion. However retreating backwards again would only be more encouraging for Ayla to keep up her assault in a single direction and eventually cornering Travis to one of the erected walls. Moving was his only sure way of keeping his counterpart off balance. While it was completely against his personal wishes, Travis leaped into the path of Alya's swing with his hands extended forward, this time conjoining his palms as a spell formed in response to his released mana. Just before the staff connected, he had then casted a repulsion spell in hopes of reflecting the attack. But with his own present momentum flying against the oncoming attack, his spell propelled him away from Alya to her rear left flank.

Meeting and rolling against the ground, Travis quickly enacted another part of his strategy and formed two additional runes his palms; another backdraft rune and his new cryo rune as well before discharging them at once in close proximity to one another. The two opposing elemental forces reacted to each other's presence as the streams of fire and cryogenic gases converged, exploding into mass cloud of steam that rapidly enveloped the entire arena. Now that a natural smokescreen has been laid down, Travis spent only a few seconds to recuperate himself, especially after he had grazed the exhausting influence from Ayla's attempted strike. But he couldn't stay still for long however; he still didn't know whether or not could even see through the thick mist of steam.

Just as he was about to move out while using the steam to cover his movements, an idea had then came to mind. He still needed to keep Alya off of him somehow and restrict her movements as he formulated away of dealing with that barrier and hopefully his opponent in the process. A spell and a tome incantation came to mind but both required preparations to meet. For the time being, he would press his right hand into the ground and imprinted once of his runes in with the stone and dirt before vanishing into the mist, repeating the process while maintaining mobility. If Travis' opponent were to continue her assault, there was now an inlaid and overly mana-sensitive "minefield" to pass through.

[Prodigal Son]

Nevar watched as Nemo disappeared leaving a distortion in his wake. Using manalysis he could feel Nemo reappear right behind him.

Nevar shouted, "TOO SLOW!" And then Nevar used another saltāre to jump to the rune in the middle of the arena, just ten feet behind Nemo. Then, rushing with his rapier he made one quick vertical slash, going from bottom to top, at Nemo's back. He had planned for a full onslaught of 3 slashes that would form an N on Nemo's back.

---

"GO POLYFF! SAVE MY BROTHER!" the white haired girl cried out.

The large beast, slightly taller than Raiya, bounded down the arena at her.

Still in her defensive stance, Raiya shouted, "ARC MAGNUS!" Then, flicked her left wrist. A massive lightning bolt blasted forth from a purple magic circle that appeared in front of her hand. The bolt struck the wolf, which caused him to fly ten feet backwards as fast as it was running, striking the floor a few times before rolling and then skidding to a halt next to Dawn.

The wolf whimpered before evaporating into white flame.

Dawn saw this, and her eyes began to glow a pure white, her uncontrollable rage unleashed the torrent of her aura's pressure, which Raiya marveled at.

She has more potential than I did at her age. But it won't be enough to save her.

Raiya extended her right hand and clutched the air before her, her odachi materializing in her grip with a burst of electricity.

Then Raiya heard the angry, frantic recital of a incantation.

"O SEERESS OF THE DARK, AND ENCHANTRESS OF LIGHT! YOU WHO BROUGHT ABOUT THE DESTRUCTION OF MANY SO LONG AGO, BUT ALSO BROUGHT THEM SALVATION IN THE SAME MOMENT! YOU WHO RESIDE ONLY WITHIN THE VEIL BETWEEN REALITIES, WHERE TIME EXISTS NOT! YOU WHO HAD FALLEN FROM HEAVEN, AND NOW ARE BOUND IN SERVITUDE TO ME!" Dawn forced her right arm outwards, extending her hand. "COME FORTH NOW AND FULFILL MY JUDGEMENT! AMBRIEL!"

As soon as Dawn had finished her incantation, a large complex series of magic circles spiraled in the air outwards from in front of her hand.

Then, as the complex circles came to a halt, a massive surge of mana came forth, as a blinding light illuminated the area. Raiya had to look away until the light subsided. Then, floating a few feet off the ground in front of Dawn, was a eight foot tall woman, with long blonde hair, in white robes with purple hems. In her hand was a large golden broadsword with a blade that was consumed in black fire. Her eyes were closed until she slowly descended to the ground. As soon as her feet came in contact with the ground, her eyes opened. Her eyes were fully black, and had a sense of dread held within them.

The presence of this fallen angel was enough to instill absolute dread on those within its presense. The dread was enough to make Raiya go insane if she had given in, but instead she readied an attack. She knew from the little knowledge she had on summoners that if she were to kill the summoner, the summon would disappear. So, she readied her biri biri no sokudo and took an offensive stance.

[Cottonmouth]

Nevar's speed was impressive, Nemo quickly turned around but wasn't able to save himself from being cut. A small puff of down feathers expelled themselves out from the sleeve of Nemo's jacket, some stained with a slight tinge of red. A small gash now resided on the middle of his arm. Nemo seemed more upset about the damage done to the jacket than the damage done to himself. If anything the injury only seemed to excite him further.

Nemo used the guard of his sword to try to catch Nevar's blade as he initiated his follow up slashes. Simultaneously, Nemo removed his right hand from the handle of the sword and struck out at Nevar's chest with his gloved palm. Now that his limb was unburdened of the weight, his attack was surprisingly quick with enough force behind it to easily crack a average man's rib. Upon coming into contact with Nevar, someone keeping track with manalysis would have noticed something peculiar occur.

[Prodigal Son]

Nevar's blade was blocked as Nemo struck out at his chest. Taking the blow at full force, sent him skidding backwards three feet. Nevar jumped back to the first rune and hunched over to catch his breath for a moment. He definitely could tell at least one of his ribs was cracked by the force. He decided he would remain in the spot he was in until Nemo attacked, taking a defensive form.

---

Raiya was highly impressed at the summon, even moreso at the summon's speed and agility. The wingless angel floated about a foot off the ground, and then leaned forward, taking off at sixty miles per hour, just about as fast as her Biri Biri no Sokudo. The angel slammed the fiery sword down on the ground, Raiya barely dodging the vertical slash. Even though she had dodged it fully, the flames ebbing off the sword seemed to have hit her. The odd part was, they didn't burn her, but instead they cut her. Grating her left arm to look like road rash, as if she had skidded her arm on asphalt. Raiya swiped a slash at the angel's backside, but was met with surprise, as the blade hit the angel, but didn't penetrate flesh. When the blade hit the skin at full force, it rebounded back as if Raiya had slammed it against a thick metal surface. The angel quickly pivoted and retaliated with another slash this one horizontal, aimed at her head. She bent backwards, dodging the slash. But once again, the black ebbing flames hit her after the slash passed, tearing the fishnet shirt, tank top, and scraping her bear belly, which made Raiya cry out in pain.

Raiya backed up to catch her, breath. Stabbing her sword in the ground in front of her, and leaning on it for support. Her blood dripped from her left arm's wound down to the scabbard she clutched, and then puddled on the ground. And the blood from her belly wound stained what remained of her shirt, also seeping into her pants.

"Release my brother, you've lost." Dawn called out.

"Tch, I'm not at my limit quite yet. I've still got plenty up my sleeve." Raiya growled. She released the full force of her aura, the pressure of which was much much greater than that of Dawn's, and closer to that of which Thadeus had displayed earlier.

I just need more speed, I guess I'll have to use... that. Raiya reasoned.

"HEBI NO KENJUTSU: ŌKAMI WO NATTE IRU! (Snake technique: god form.)"

Electricity began to crackle around her. Her long black hair began to transition from stark black to bright white, starting at the roots all the way down to the tips. Her left eye which was always a greyish blue turned yellow and her pupil became slit, just like her right eye. Most importantly, though, her aura changed from a dark purple, volatile aura with an electrical aspect, to a drab white conniving aura with a aether aspect. In Shinto, the aether aspect was called the void or heavenly aspect.

Something else peculiar happened her wound sealed up, leaving only a scar behind.

The whole time this transformation was taking place, Dawn was frozen in fear at what she was seeing, forgetting to issue commands to her summoned fallen angel.

"T-that's not possible..." Dawn whispered, " YOU CAN'T CHANGE YOUR AURA! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU!?" Her voice now a shrill yell.

"I am the one who was torn from my mother's arms. I am the one who was forced to a live a life according to the whims of others. I am the one who was scorned for challenging the status quo. Now I walk my own path, a painful path, a lonesome path. A path that is wrought with gods and devils who all seek to destroy me. But it is the path I must walk, in order to achieve justice!" Raiya replied. She stood up straight, and drew her sword from the ground, pointing it at Dawn. "I am a god-slayer, and a demon hunter. In short, I am your worst nightmare."

[Cottonmouth]

Nevar's new reluctance to attack seemed to amuse Nemo, he now brandished a toothy grin towards his opponent. However Nemo's amusement was soon interrupted by Raiya's sudden cry of pain. He glanced over, momentarily observing the other fight. Despite wearing a blank face, Nemo's eyes gave the impression that the sight of Raiya bleeding upset him. But given that it was Nemo, weather or not he was distressed about her wounded state, or that she had just sullied her clothes was unclear.

As soon as Raiya began her spell Nemo looked back to Nevar, his expression turning back to a slight smile, as if he had just decided on something pleasing to him. While nobody else could know, the thought which brought him such joy was the new found resolve to eliminate his opponent in front of everybody else.

Nemo held out his sword and ran his palm across the flat side of the blade. While it seemed like a frivolous gesture, someone with a keen manalysis would of noticed Nemo let out a very small amount of mana from his hand during the action.

With a small giggle Nemo stepped forward, gaining a fair bit of speed with a few steps before suddenly twisting around in a three-sixty and hurling his sword at Nevar. The sword spun incredibly fast and approached at alarming speeds, akin to a flying guillotine.

[Mal2103]

Alya turned to face Travis as he dodged behind her, only to be met with an explosion of fire and ice. The explosion caused a large cloud of mist to envelop the area. Alya lost sight of Travis, but she had could still sense his life energy thanks to her magic which gave her a general area of where her opponent was.

"Very cleaver." She said out loud as she readied a spell with her left hand. After a few moments she fired a continuous beam of dark purple energy towards the area Travis was in and swept it from left to right. As the spell ended Alya then began to move towards Travis' direction not knowing about the minefield he had set.

[Prodigal Son]

Nevar saw the projectile coming, and only had enough time to hit the ground, before the sword was upon him. It flew past his head, allowing Nevar to breath a sigh of relief as the sword had missed him. Nevar picked himself back up, but the time in which it took to regain his stance left him wide open for a frontal assault.

[Cottonmouth]

By the time Nevar had looked back up, Nemo had already rushed him. As soon as Nevar swung his rapier the seemingly unarmed Nemo blocked his attack with a new blade; a silver sword breaker.

Once Nevar's rapier fell into the teeth of the blade, Nemo twisted the dagger, catching the blade and holding it tight. Nemo couldn't help but let out a short snigger, his grin seeming much more crazed now. In one fluid motion Nemo pulled back to extend Nevar's arm out and drew his wavy kris dagger from his back, slashing at the middle of Nevar's forearm. While Nemo didn't break his blade, or take it from him, Nemo seemed intent on a much more simpler option.

[Prodigal Son]

It was too late, Nevar's hand came off at the forearm with a searing pain. At that moment, Nevar decided to jump to the middle rune. Surely Thadeus would save his life before Nemo could end it, right? That's what Nevar told himself, but he wasn't so sure.

[Cottonmouth]

As soon as Nemo parted Nevar of his forearm, he continued the next part of his plan. The spell he used earlier on his blade attached a thin thread of mana to it, spanning from the middle of the blade to Nemo's hand. He had been intently guiding the spinning blade's path ever since he threw it, causing the blade to swing back around once it reached the end of it's tether. To the common eye the thread would be incredibly hard to notice, but with manalysis active it would emit a feint glow.

Nemo made the final adjustments to the flight path of the sword once he spun back around to face Nevar. By this time it was mere seconds away from colliding with Nevar.

Had had guessed correctly by assuming that he would teleport back to the middle rune. Nemo had kept quiet about it the whole fight, but he had picked up on Nevar's placement of his runes early on. Nemo's enjoyment was no longer held back, openly laughing as he waved at Nevar with his gloves hand.

[ShiningSector]

Having succeeded in covering a portion of the arena in runic traps while the mist isolated Travis from his better-fit opponent, he took another brief moment to pause and exhale. Never before had he applied so much effort into anything this dire. It was a frightening thought for Travis that he would have to fight for is own life; in fact, it was rare for danger to take an interest into his well being. Granted, dealing with Enlightened Cultists and Salem Disciples were plenty bad enough but never would he expect to run into someone of much greater magnitude in comparison to the grunts he had run in before. If anything, Alya was shaping up to be an entity could not hope withstand against with his simple powers. The image frightened him so but what else could he do? He was alone and confined to a large and yet enclosed space. Clearly with no where to run, he would need to challenge this immovable obstacle by any means necessary.

Before picking himself up again, an unexpected flurry of dark violet bolts screamed out from the mist and leaped towards him. He gritted his teeth as he cursed and quickly pushed himself to the floor as the almost ebony bolts of mana flew above him. While suffering no direct hits from what he could tell, Travis however could feel a searing sensation across his left shoulder. Peering at a notable blackened burn mark on his coat, he deduced one of the shots had indeed scratched him. Even if it was a minor contact however painful it was as he growled in discomfort, the same depleting effects he had felt before were already present within wound he had the luck of being inflicted by.

As he rose, he gave Alya's recent counterattack some thought. While the shots were definitely inaccurate, they were however spot on with his current position. This further proved that Alya could "see" him through the steam but not to a significant degree. It had to be apparent that she was using some sort of method in order to locate him, as inefficient as it seemed. With this new information in mind, there was no doubt that continuing this charade would not last forever now that he could be tracked. This battle had to end soon for sure and he needed to start sowing the seeds now less this expiring advantage literally fades away.

Upon the detonation of one of his backdraft runes, signaling Alya's approach and direction, Travis sighed as he knelt down with both of his hands and focused, Mana rushing through his body has he developed a much broader spell than the ones before it. A series of flat ebony tendrils crept from his palms before quickly spreading throughout the ground under the guise of the mist, imprinting into the earth a large triangle before the ink-like contours spread out into various shapes, covering a slightly moderate section of the arena. Normally, Travis would have taken the time to draw out this magic circle as a means of practice and analyzation purpose but time was short and he had little alternative but to divulge a sizable portion of his already limited mana to embed one of the more, if not the most proficient of his runic arsenal.

With sweat beginning to drip from his face, warning him of growing fatigue, Travis pull himself self up and walked further to his right flank while producing a tome from one of this belt holsters. As he prodded the pages for a specific book mark, his left arm extended forward and ignited another stream of spreading fire into the direction of where the the first rune trap reacted. At this point, he cared little what his meaningless attacks did against Ayla's barrier; all that he wanted now was for his opponent to come and get him.

[Prodigal Son]

Nevar noticed the sword, and went to jump once more, only to discover he was out of mana.

"IMPOSSIBLE!" Was all her could yell out before being sliced in half at the waist. His body falling in a heap of blood and entrails.

"H-how!?" Nevar reached out at Nemo, and turned his gaze up to Thadeus as his vision darkened. Then, breathing his last breath, his arm dropped uselessly to the ground.

Thadeus stood up out of his chair, tossed his glass to the side allowing it to shatter on the ground below, and began to give a overly dramatic and frantic round of applause as if he had just witnessed the ending of the best broadway play to exist. If one was observant, a tear could be seen falling from his left eye.

He continued his applause as he stepped off his makeshift balcony, continuing to step through midair, descending downwards as if he was walking on an invisible staircase.

Eventually he made it to the opening of the portion of the arena where Nemo was standing.

"WHAT A GRAND DISPLAY!~" Thadeus arced his back, and tilted his head up in a display of absolute of mirth. "The tension! The fear! The DESPERATION! It was simply... divine!" Thadeus slowly resumed his standard posture. "Normally, I am a patient man, and I can wait my turn. But these fights have got me all worked up. You see? So, I simply must join the fray or I might just go ABSOLUTELY INSANE with anticipation!" Thadeus cracked an even wider smile than normal.

[Cottonmouth]

Nemo retracted his sword back to him by the manathread, it scraped across the ground for a few moments before picking up enough speed to go airborne. After retrieving the blade, he vanished it back to his inventory. Nemo glanced over to the rip in his jacket. One, huh? ...Still needs some work.

Before Nemo could begin to walk over to Nevar, or do anything to try to help his teammates, Thadeus had interrupted. Despite his irritation at being held up, Nemo still cracked a half-grin. "Insane? Take it from me you sound like you're already there. But disappointingly, your madness seems... shallow."

Nemo wiggled his gloved fingers at Thadeus. "I presume you saw me steal some of his mana earlier, and yet you did nothing but sit up there pretending to be Herr Kaiser. You seem like a prideful man to be." The tone of Nemo's voice seemed to uncontrollably shift to a guttural growl during his final final sentence.

[Mal2103]

Alya felt the runes as she stepped forward, but before she could react the ground beneath her erupted in flames. Her barrier thankfully absorbed it, however it forced Alya to stop her advance in order to not trigger any further runes.
'I just have to cast a counter-spell to defuse the rest of the runes. All I need is a bit of tim-' Her thoughts were interrupted by a stream of fire blazing through the mist towards her position.

Alya quickly raised her left hand and reinforced her barrier as the conflagration hit. Her magical ward glowed a bright blue as the flames were deflected to the side. She readied a spell when she felt Nevar's passing. "Oh dear..." She mumbled as she hesitated for a moment. Before she could continue she heard Thadeus begin to speak.
'He is insane. His ally just died and he celebrates!'

As Alya's unfinished spell fizzled in her hand she felt another runic spell being set by Travis, however this one was much larger.

[Prodigal Son]

"Shallow, hmm...?"Thadeus raised an eyebrow as if seriously pondering this suggestion, then he shook his head abruptly, halfheartedly dismissing that notion. "It is as you said," Thadeus's smile widened, "I saw you drain Nevar's mana. I'd heard legends through word of mouth about your ability, but I had dismissed them as urban myths. Xero the Devourer!? HAHAHA!" He cocked his head back releasing a brief guffaw, but then returned his gaze back to Nemo. His eyes narrowed, and almost looked serious, if not for that wide smile still on his face. "But it seems I was too quick to dismiss these tales. And your power, in tandem with your quick thinking tactics. OH~" Thadeus rubbed his body erotically for a moment as he moaned, "TRULY THE LORD HAS BLESSED ME WITH A CHALLENGE! YEEESSSSSS~ I WILL BE THE ONE TO RAZE YOU TO THE GROUND!" He raised his voice while also releasing his aura.

[Cottonmouth]

Nemo let out a giggle after Thadeus' last words, followed but a shrug. Despite the circumstances Nemo still seemed mostly unaffected. "Maybe so, but, I sure hope you don't expect to do all that today. As much as I'd love a good finale, I'm regrettably currently obligated to not be so careless." Nemo explained. "No sir, no sir, it just wont do will it?"

"You have nothing to scare me with, truly a man without time is not to be feared. You know monsieur Glasius is on his way, what you gonna say then, hmm? How much of your squad do you think will still follow you?" Nemo asked. "If you don't kill me in time, sooner or later I'm gonna eat you alive." Nemo oddly stated before whispering an incantation into his cupped hand. He quickly released it with a baseball like throw, shooting a mass of grey energy into the floor.

Upon touching the ground it sloppily formed into a shape of a sluggish creature with it's massive mouth open towards Thadeus. The spell destructively tore up the floor as it rapidly made it's way toward it's target like a homing missile, letting out a unpleasant and disruptive screech as it moved. Upon coming within range of it's target, the mana-creature would detonate into a massive explosion. If Thadeus took to the skies, the monster like being was capable of one impressive leap to try to get back in range.

Sharing some of Nemo's own traits, the spell Nemo used was capable of absorbing initial spells used to stop it, increasing the power of it's own final blast. This was an example of one of Nemo's more malefic and malicious magicks.

[ShiningSector]

Travis eagerly awaited for another aggressive move from Alya after his defiant and meaningless attack against her. However no such response came, interestingly enough. Had she deduced the number of runic traps laid in front of her and plotted to address them? Possibly; he didn't take that out of consideration and it did make sense to a degree. While the endurance of Alya's barrier was seemingly absolute, there was however no evidence of that it didn't have a limit. But in the strategic sense, triggering the runes would give her position away and the more that detonated allowed Travis to meter his opponent's relative distance in order to trigger his latest trap. Another thought could be a quick relocation though Travis would question how much room Alya truly had without eventually being obvious.

Then came Thadeus' unwelcoming voice echoing into their arena. In the way he had spoke, it had seemed Nemo had defeated Nevar but Travis wouldn't put it past him to figure that Nemo had killed off his opponent. However unexpectedly, Thadeus actually congratulated Nemo's performance in finishing off one of his own as if their battles was simply a play. While it could not be seen, Travis' face contorted into disgust as Thadeus sparred no expense into his adulation of Nemo. This guy is nuts, thought Travis he is kept his gave slightly shifted to Thadeus' skyward direction, how can he be so...sanguine, over the death of one of his own?

Trying to keep much of his attention to the fight, Travis then realized Alya had yet to make move still, even throughout Thadues' almost obnoxious announcement. There was hardly any mana flow detected through his mana analysis so what was keeping Alya up? Of course, he wasn't against the delay if it meant more prep time. But taking into account of Alya's honest behavior as observed earlier, he was curious if she was in anyway effected by this unpleasant interruption; Thadeus' congratulatory statement or Nevar's demise. Even both maybe.

It was almost below him to question or deprecate about people's motives or how they feel about certain subjects. There was a distinct right he felt that everyone had to operate in accordance to there own way of judgement, however moral or immoral as it may be unless it was arguable to protest. But with Thadeus' persona more realized, it did however present an opportunity that Travis would be more than eager to exploit if it meant controlling the flow of this fight or better yet, ending it. Still wanting to maintain the an order of imbalance, Travis extended his arms straight to each side while enclosing his thumb, ring and baby fingers into his left palm whereas his same right fingers secured the tome still in hand. The next setup were his index and middle fingers reaching and splitting out into fork before channeling a small amount of mana. Whatever response he would get would allow him to learn more about his opponent but more importantly; provoking a response.

"I hate to pry but if you don't mind me speaking my mind," echoed Travis' voice as it resonated from all around the arena, casting the disorientation of where is voice was coming from despite the known fact of his maintained position, "What is Thadeus to you? One of your friend's has...regrettably fallen, and he treats it as skit of a theatrical production."

[Prodigal Son]

“For truly I tell you, if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.” Thadeus rapidly recited Matthew chapter 17 verse 20. The spell was quickly approaching Tahdeus and by the time he finished the spell was only a few feet away from him. He then pointed his index finger and middle finger at the spell surging towards him. Then he flicked the fingers upwards, a square the size of the spell of the rock floor jutted outwards as a pillar moving rapidly all the way to the top of the cave, smashing into the roof. With the spell smashed into the roof between the pillar, a huge explosion ignited from the spell, shattering the pillar. The pillar cracked into large boulders which fell into their square of the arena. Thadeus held his hand upwards, palm facing outwards. All the rocks that fell towards Thadeus stopped just above his hand, levitating in the air. He moved his hand down facing it outwards, the rocks following his movements. He took aim at Nemo, and flexed his fingers, the boulders flying out at Nemo at extremely high speeds.