The floor would crack wherever he stepped from the sheer force applied by his feet onto the ground powerful enough to leave afterimages behind.
"Shit" Eleven immediately shifted his bow towards the boy and shot consecutively. Each of the mana arrows that he shot, was highly compressed and could easily turn a boulder into fine granules.
Nonetheless, none of them managed to even touch the hem of the little boy's clothes.
"Flame Magic Mastery- [Flame Imbuement], [One Sword], [Piercing Enhancement]" Eleven heard the silent mumbling of the young boy who had appeared behind him like a ghost. His rapier which was almost as tall as him, had at this moment, turned a glaring crimson.
Denzel used his vast speed and mastery over the sword, to deliver a swift attack that even his enemy would have difficulty avoiding at this range.
