PoV Varaj
The battle wasn't going exactly in our favor, and while my battle seemed to be going my way, I was more than well aware of the fact that the white wolf was trying to lure me away from Gianni. He was trying to slow me down by creating spikes all over the place made out of ice while constantly dishing out wind slashes made out of aura.
'I need to end this quickly so I can go support Gianni before it's too late here.'
This current body of mine possesses eight arms: two normal arms, a couple that have blades instead of hands, a couple with circular saws, and the last couple had only three fingers but were the hands used to make most of the spells I knew. I was currently making a couple of wind-propelled spells.
I purposely left those two spells incomplete and started working on new ones. One was a spell that could generate and shoot a projectile made out of plasma, and the second was an extremely strong shockwave—a spell for each possible outcome.
