Elents can complent one another quite nicely so the creation of a spell that combined two complenting elents should have been straightforward, right? Well, it wasn’t.
Caius could still rember how many tis he had gotten close to success only for the spell circle made out of the Arcane symbols of two different elents to essentially take control of the mana coursing through him and make it erratic. There just seed like a natural law that insisted two Elents not be mixed. And actually, there was.
There is a law, basically a divine Ordinance, that seeks to keep the Elents apart, and only through arduous and adamant processes, can one succeed. It’s why spells of Elental combinations are not all that common. And it’s why unique elents made from the combination/amalgamation of two or more elents are looked at as an impressive and incredible feat. Because it definitely is.
And those who succeed and excel at it usually end up changed in ways that affect their future generations. Like the Kragstens who now essentially have the Chaos of a Storm coursing through their veins at least on so level whether they end up having an affinity with Storm Magic or not.
Or the Khiones whose Unique Elent beca a foundation for them to assert feminine Dominion within their clan. And maybe beyond if they got the chance.
Caius wasn’t up to that point yet but he hoped to work his way up there. Combining Wind with Fire was an experint to see if he could do it and it had emboldened him to keep going. But even then, he had had the good sense not to combine the two Elents in equal quantity.
What he did was essentially combine a ball of fire with a gust of wind and then he leaned into the instability that was making the process so difficult for him, because it gave him an idea for a spell that could not be blocked. One that would always bypass defenses.
Kind of like ’Molecular Phasing’ that he had read about in fictional stories back in his previous life.
In any case, he hadn’t even had the opportunity to test it out on an opponent’s defensive spell so while he knew the spell could be cast and he knew the instability wasn’t really a detrint to him, this was the first ti the reason for its creation was actually bearing fruit.
Cynthia’s observation of the spell lasted barely a second and its phasing through the shield was completed just as fast so it slamd her in the stomach with a force that caused her to slide a few feet away.
Her skin could handle the flas striking her. Even her clothes were hardly singed. Once she decided being defensive was pointless though, Cynthia transitioned into a different spell cast. One that wrapped the column of fla in a funnel of wind. The wind reacted with the fla column and sought to unravel it from within.
It succeeded.
With a final erratic rage against the wind that was undoing it, the column of fla finally dispersed into nothing.
From the mont the funnel of wind made an appearance though, Caius had pulled one of his hands back to begin forming seals, leaving the job of keeping up the fla column to a single hand. He did this because he knew he couldn’t resist Cynthia’s unraveling for long anyway and it would just sap his mana to try. So instead, he decided to pivot and attack what she had most in her favor; Her Mana reserves.
By the ti his ~Erratic Fireball~ cast was dispersed, his seal forming was complete and a purple spell circle appeared to conjure darts of Dark Magic that went flying at the Combat Magic Professor.
While those were still in the air, Caius cast the ~Dark Missiles~ spell two more tis, essentially unleashing a barrage of Dark Magic darts to fly at her from all directions. Darts that could not be dodged and would follow until they made contact with her body or were destroyed.
"Another Creation of yours, perhaps?" Cynthia said and it was unclear if she was just saying that because Caius admitted to creating the last spell he cast against her or because she sensed sothing in the Dark Magic darts—or the spell circles they were flying out of—that hinted at Caius being their creator.
Aiming to keep to her end of the deal for the duel as best as she could, Cynthia didn’t rely on her insanely incredible reflexes. She faced the threat of the darts as she would as a Third Circle Mage which, she essentially was at the mont.
She cast a Third Circle movent spell and began to glide out of the way of the darts, avoiding getting struck by them, sotis by an inch at best. But as she moved, she was already casting a different spell which she used to summon a small Spell circle that crackled with electricity.
The spell circle beca lightning arrows about as small as the Dark Magic darts but definitely much faster simply on account of Lightning being the quicker elent of the two. Most especially in this case. The darts of the ~Dark Missiles~ spell were fast but certainly not lightning-fast.
Caius frowned as he watched Cynthia destroy dart after dart but he wasn’t upset. While he would have preferred to succeed with his surface-level goal that was so easy to avoid—as Cynthia was gracefully proving—this was not bad either.
He had only a few seconds of her being focused on the darts to act so he studied her trajectory. He studied how she moved and mapped out where she would be a few seconds into the future. It was there that he picked as his target.
He ford the required seals and bid his ti, holding off on unleashing his prepared spell, and then...
~Erratic Fireball!~
... He fired.
The ball of fla shooting out flares of his built-in instability was let loose.
Cynthia was in the midst of basically sliding backwards with the grace of a dancer when her incredible senses detected the coming attack. She was already on track to collide with it and to avoid that, she would need to react with reflexes at least a few more Circles above the Third which she decided not to do.
*Bang!*
The Erratic Fireball struck her.
Caius was well aware Cynthia was ordinarily capable of avoiding that. He knew the only reason his attack had succeeded was because she had stuck to the agreent to restrain herself to the Third Circle.
He knew that but also just couldn’t be bothered to give a shit.
This was a duel she had forced him into after all.
If he was going by the rules they had set, she should do so as well so he didn’t consider her getting struck by his spell as her doing him a favor.
His brows were furrowed as he carried out his follow-up.
He had known where Cynthia would be after getting hit. He wasn’t surprised she remained standing because the one thing she couldn’t nerf herself on for this duel, was her durability.
Caius had a cast prepared just as Cynthia landed on her feet after a few seconds in the air. He raised one of his hands and a small spell circle appeared above it as one that was at least ten tis larger appeared above Cynthia’s head.
~Black Hand!~
An overbearing sort of energy poured out of the massive spell circle above and from it ca a massive smoky black hand that struck down on Cynthia imdiately, hitting the ground with quite a bit of impact that enveloped Cynthia in the dark smoke that seed to have made up the hand.
*BAM!!!*
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