A few meters in front of Fell, a small cloud of dust rose as a fighting tile turned into a pile of dust and rubble.
Fell's heart jumped through his chest as he hadn't expected such an obvious result. He might have given his all in his past action, and even prepared his mental state in case of failure as that was what he expected. But the result in front of him showed that he really was truly capable of moving the result of his attacks through space.
After his joy died down, he looked at the impact of his move and after pondering for a few seconds on the results, he assessed in a critical tone, "This is still far from usable in an actual fight…", his hand moved to his chin as he thought about the extended preparation he needed to nail the technique. "If I tried it in an actual battle, any movement from my opponent could make the inscription drawing fail in an instant!"
