Ezra Rushed towards Alan whilst being shrouded in a spiral wind. Alan on the other hand, simply watched him coming closer and closer and drew back his right hand.
Mana converged in his right hand, covering it in a cyan hue.
'...not yet.'
Alan thought as Ezra came closer and closer.
Close
Closer...
'Now!'
And then a massive glacier of ice emerged from Alan's hand straight into Ezra!
His wind collided with the ice, yet he was still pushed back immensely and must have been hurt.
The shocked Ezra collected his thoughts.
'...that wasn't a skill.'
A skill takes time to activate, and a magic skill of such Magnitude would definitely have taken some time.
And he didn't even see not feel the mana move in the atmosphere.
It was just sudden.
Ezra broke the Ice around him and then found an Alan Peccator, covered completely in an armor of ice in front of him.
A lance had been formed in his hands, and the floor below him turned into ice and he began to slide on it.
