'That guy can cast what he wants. I just have to keep my distance to turn whatever spell he keeps at the ready a burden on his mind and a waste of mana. I've still a lot to do here so-' Lith's seven eyes went wide as they perceived the elemental flow of the familiar spells turning into something unknown.
Ulma had finished conjuring the runes but instead of condensing them into their respective spells, he was manipulating them. Many runes from both Burial Grounds and Flame Cutter were discarded while the rest merged into Deadshot.
The air still had its speed and the fire packed its heat, but they were now compressed into a stone bullet infused with darkness. The new spell moved at near sonic speed, crossing the distance between Ulma and Lith in the blink of an eye.
Luckily for the Tiamat, the other six were still open.
