Jim took a deep breath before he imagined his sword in his mind. At first nothing happened except for a tingling feeling inside his hand.
Then gradually he could feel the cold feeling of his sword once again as it slowly became corporeal.
'Let's do it,' Jim took another breath while the world around was shaking non-stop.
He pointed the sword to the ground while feeling the pressure coming at it. The moment he did so an irresistible force appeared next pushing all over his body.
But it didn't come from his hand.
'That bastard is trying to force you to stop your spell,' the old man shouted, 'don't break it now... hold it... hold as long as you can endure!'
Jim was about to surrender to this force, wrongly thinking it was the usual force applied at him by his spell.
However as the old man warned he resisted and tried to maintain his posture. His legs were bent slightly under the immense pressure his body was suffering at the current moment.
