The triangle immediately began to come to life in Lian's mind, a vivid construct of mana.
"Ventus Surge, Ventus Aeris," he murmured with determination as a sharp, cutting blade of air came to life beside him, darting toward the block of earth flying in his direction, a swift counterattack.
The earth is such a troublesome element- Lian thought, observing the stone block, barely deflected by the blade of wind, his strategy adapting in real-time.
His blade had not managed to cut the enemy's spell in two, only scratching it enough to divert the blow, a minor victory but a victory nonetheless.
Observing the scene with pride, Brutus laughed slightly as he prepared to unleash his full power against the boy, his confidence bordering on arrogance.
"You were so cocky before, yet this is all the strength you have? I will enjoy crushing you!" his voice dripping with disdain.
