In the next moment, Greyfus came crashing back down to the ground with a heavy thud. Daegal's wind tornado had caught him mid-air and violently carried him back to Team A's part of the field.
This marked his second failed attempt at breaching Team B's line since recovering from the first.
Greyfus quickly pushed himself back up, with fury on his face as he glared at Daegal across the distance.
The captain of Fractured Stars had already shifted his focus, casting another wind tornado, but this time to pull Veron back from where she'd crashed and return her safely to Team B's side.
"That wind magic of his…" Greyfus muttered through gritted teeth. Daegal's versatility with wind made him the better fighter in one-on-one exchanges.
But what he truly hated was how embarrassed he was feeling, especially knowing that his guild members were watching.
Azam's attention on the other hand, had drifted upwards. "They're really at it," he said in a voice that carried a note of awe.
