As loud booms rippled through the air, sending gusts of winds through everyone present, none really paid it any attention.
As such, nobody could see the sight of a dragon hitting someone like a volleyball, few could have recognised the movement as such anyways.
Minimil and Gnataniel had headed toward the now mostly demolished shoddy building, only to find their target casually waiting for them, sitting at a table, surrounded by debris that had fallen short of falling on the man.
Despite everyone in the room being human, their opponent looked nothing like one.
Narik stood up slowly, flipping the table away and a flick of his wrist, he hadn't been expecting her to bring someone else but it was even better really.
"The more the merrier! Though I would have preferred if you had brought someone with horns, do you not know how to treat an old friend anymore?" mocked the necromancer as he took a few steps, raising his arms up in the air as if he was going to claw at them any moment.
"Come on Narik, just surrender now, you won't be executed if you do-" Minimil tried to reason with with him but there was no speech that could avoid a fight, the necromancer turned invisible and in just a few moment, he was upon her, throwing his fist straight at her throat as small spikes formed on his hands.
She could clearly feel this in spite of his invisibility thanks to the air currents she created and she swiftly moved out of the way, casting powerful explosion of winds to clear everything around themselves, blowing away what remained of the building, essentially carrying the fight outside without moving an inch.
She avoided to hit her fellow champion and Narik was simply too heavy to have to care about it.
Gnataniel hadn't noticed his movement at all, the necromancer felt much like a corpse for he was the same temperature as everything else around them, the battlemage couldn't detect him through heat.
But since Minimil had made her magic visible enough, he could clearly see the shape of the necromancer before he made himself visible again, there was no need to expend efforts on something that wouldn't work.
"Gnataniel, I assume you know who we are dealing with by now?" spoke Lady Storm.
If he hadn't realised, he would have to resign.
"Horn-Shatterer, the former champion condemned for murder amongst other things" he spoke out loud and the necromancer, visibly reacted, a rictus almost appearing on his iron face.
"Hey! Am I that famous? And who is calling my precious hobby 'murder'? Isn't murder part of your job too?" spoke Narik as he was suddenly propelled forward by forming thick iron bars from beneath his feet.
Igniting his fists, Gnataniel took on the assault head on, the iron and fire battlemage striking fist against fist.
When it came to elements, iron clearly had the advantage of brute power and resistance however, Gnataniel was forced to drop the push and divert his enemy's fists away.
Turning into a human torch, the champion turned up the heat as Minimil used her wind to feed his fire and enhance it even further.
"You are a hassle, my pretty Lady Storm!" Narik laughed at his own words as he presented his palm to her, shouting iron nails at her in quick succession, she just moved away and the necromancer's attention was pulled back to the burning man that was coming for him.
Fire also provided a boost to physical strength when applied this way, the champion may not have gone as far as Narik in infusing his body with it but he could still reach severe heat levels.
Definitely high enough to melt iron, he sent out flurry of punches, the necromancer rose his guard and took them without much issue before shaping his arms in a more brutal fashion, as he added spikes to them without any warning.
Gnataniel was forced to stop his assault lest he wanted to end up with holes in his hands, Narik used that occasion to reciprocate the assault as Gnataniel moved around to avoid the spikes punches.
Horn-Shatterer sent a straight right aiming for his chin, the champion moved a slight bit away, letting the spikes slightly grazed him as he intensified his flames even further, focusing them on the spikes and immediately melting them soft as he grasped the right arm in question.
Twisting the arm out of the way, he sent his other fist at the other arms and his right leg was made to batter against the iron necromancer's thigh, trying to get him to flinch and drop down.
The necromancer held up remarkably well, even then, nothing apart from the small spike had melted at all, using the fact that the champion was still holding his arm, Narik softened the arm itself, allowing him to twist his wrist unnaturally and grasp his opponents arm as well.
He pulled himself forward and made a barrage of iron stakes pop out of his chest as he loomed in closer, instead of pulling him into a deathly embrace however, the champion just suddenly floated up, out of the range of that attack.
"Almost forgot you were there..." commented Narik at Minimil, letting go of Gnataniel to moved back and dodge an air bullets aimed at the opening for his eye.
The stakes had already messed his robe up, so he just ripped off whatever was left of it, revealing nothing but more iron, it seemed as though no flesh was left of the human that he was supposed to be.
"This is pretty entertaining but let's pull out the big stuff, we won't get anywhere like this" spoke the necromancer as his arms thickened but also elongated, he grew taller and much more monstruous.
Horn pieces appeared out of nowhere as his horn grew, rippling with a strange lighting, a tail with horn parts on the end of it grew and his aura grew much domineering.
Narik's little tricks wouldn't work on people with such solid magical defenses and the fiery battlemage could fight without much worry since Minimil would just pull him out of the way anyways.
Grappling was also out of the question right now as shifting his iron body when too close impossible due to his mana, truly annoying to fight without using his usual techniques but that was what it meant to not be punching down.
Though, once he used his horns, his ritualistic technique would allow him to negate all of that.
In this form, even his heart, the only part that was left unchanged would be turned into iron, HP and life force meant nothing to him now, mana was all he would need.
Rushing forward, Gnataniel felt like he was laying eyes on one of those wendigowak or Ithaquas, except it was made of nothing but pure iron.
He didn't let fear take the better of him and started fighting without relying on Minimil, he couldn't take any chances with this monster.