The Caliph shot towards me like a meteor behind that storm of lightning bolts, each one ripping into the brick and sending a shower of pebbles and small shards of glass into the air that just gave the mana empowered electricity more things to jump on.
Each spark flooded the air with heat and that sickly sweet scent of ozone, and while I tended to have a rather nostalgic and welcomed reaction to it thanks to Mother Ria, now was definitely not one of those times as I thickened the ice in front of me and opened up the back, though not before I drew the runes needed for an incredibly simple spell.
Using the ice in front of me as a springboard, I summoned a large amount of Wind Mana into my fingertips and shouted "[Backdraft]!", letting all of the mana explode out of my hands and push against the ice to send me flying backwards at a high speed.
