When the storm spears rained from the sky, Jake used the Sphere of Darkness. He wasn't sure about his pride, but this skill could stop any attack.
Su! Su! Su!
The magical spears were as long as a grown man's height. As they fell down, most of them converged on the black sphere, battering on it with extreme ferocity.
Jake's mana was rapidly running out trying to maintain the Sphere of Darkness. This attack of the elvish archer was extremely powerful. His defensive shield was fully blocking it but he wouldn't last long if this kept on.
'It's Nature Magic…' Jake thought. He suddenly lost his balance in the air and began falling. Clenching his teeth, he spread his hands, eyes burning with power, and enlarged the sphere.
His fall created a large gust of wind which pushed the bricks and roof tiles away.
More spears rained on the place Jake fell. His Sphere of Darkness dimmed, and some attacks pierced through his body, drawing blood. A crater-like small structure formed on the ground.
