William suddenly reacted.
'Shit, I've been so flustered by that crafty Ross and the negative effects of the counterspell that I limited myself to fire spells, completely forgoing the other types of spells. I'm so stupid.'
Thankfully, this reminder came right on time.
After William realized his problem, he immediately changed his approach. He mixed many different types of spells within. Although the power of these spells was far from comparable to that of his fire spells, after being strengthened by all kinds of Metamagics, they gave William the opportunity to breathe.
'Whew…' William finally sighed in relief. The situation had gone from terrible to bearable. He hadn't been able to retaliate against Ross' rain of spells before, making him feel like he was only a small boat facing a storm. If not careful, he would drown under the waves.
