A solid, compact sound escaped the aggrieved platinum ranker snapping fingers. That instant, a mob of quadruple beasts stationed behind him comprehended the wordless command of their master and unleashed magic bombardment toward the wondering commander.
"Hrm!!"
Undisturbed by the notable difference in numbers, Osmond whipped his arms several times, unleashing invisible flying pressures to welcome the invasive magic.
The two ethereal forces met, trying to exert dominance over one another in the space between the combatants. Nevertheless, none succeeded in subduing the other, unable to maintain their forms, and blew up in mixed colors.
"Attack!!!"
Arte, while grudgingly pointing his pole at Osmond, issued another order to his beasts to commence a second barrage of magic. Sparks flew in the sky as the magic was shot. Again, the latter was able to repel them without breaking a sweat. But, he was barely able to take a step further.
