'Attero.' I couldn't afford to fight a battle on two fronts, so I attempted to fray Butland's void net. The Purple magic waned, its power rapidly fading, and he knew it too.
'Pyro Lance,' Butland waited until one tiny section of the net had stopped glowing before flaying his way through. 'Portal to Nowhere.' The Walker that had him pinned was suddenly reduced to nothing more than two smouldering stumps as the rift devoured both Elves and their machine within the blink of an eye.
Too busy watching Butland's back, I hadn't taken care to protect my own, and I felt a sharp pain as one bulldozed me to the ground. 'Portal to-' The walker stamped on my face, its metallic claw not letting up as it tried to stop me from casting the spell.
'Chained Lightning.' Butland cast, taking a page out of my book.
