Without time for any counter attacks, Gnataniel ran from the groundbreaking strikes of the necromancer while moving to the side constantly, he had learned the hard way that he could charge forward incredibly fast.
The deep gash in his side was proof of that, things weren't much better for Minimil, Horn-Shatterer was regularly shooting spikes in his blind spots like a porcupine.
Even if they could both dodge the attacks with some difficulty, it didn't mean anything if they couldn't fight back at all, they would just be spectators.
The fiery champion pushed past the safe limits for his fire output, feeling his skin sizzle and his robe brush against the burnt skin before being consumed by the inferno.
The flames burnt in a deep shade of blue on the champion's fist and feet, with a burst of incandescence, Gnataniel launched himself underneath one of the necromancer's claws swipes and sliding in between his legs before striking his knee with a high temperature kick.
He didn't give in and the champion was forced to move as spikes emerged from Narik's back, moving with a lack of flexibility but soaring through the air at incredible speed still.
Gnataniel sidestepped the barrage and chopped the iron with a movement of his hand, it was separated from the main body but he didn't like how difficult it was to do that against such thin membranes of iron.
Putting his two monstruous hands on the ground, Narik pivotated his whole body around while swipping the floor with his legs.
Gnataniel, rather than jumping over the swipe, stopped it with an axe kick, the legs barely bent in despite the intense heat and furious strike, after stopping it, he jumped back as the stricken area bursted and closed up like a bear trap.
Narik was about to pursue the slithery champion but noticed that even though she hadn't attacked him directly, Minimil had been busy, the temperature around kept on increasing and it wasn't only due to Gnataniel, she had been manipulating the wind currents to excluded anything that could make the temperature drop or stagnate.
She was even using the warm winds to cast some light healing magic on the other champion.
'It would be better to get her out of the picture first but..' as he thought that, he raised his hand and shot a large amount of small iron sphere from his palm at her, despite the wide area of effect, she was able to move away and divert the few spheres still closing in on her position.
He could have kept going until she made a mistake but the burning fist that embedded itself in the side of his face told him that he couldn't do that.
He couldn't easily get Gnataniel and the more he left Minimil be, the more she was adjusting her magic to speed him up and feed his flames better, it was a lose lose situation for Narik.
He doubted Gnataniel would be able to deal damage to him without burning his own limbs off but it was quite frustrating to not be able to land much hits at all.
'In that case... It will leave me a bit tired for a while but it's worth it' he thought with a malicious grin that was unreadable on his metallic face.
Assembling themselves from pieces that appeared out of thin air, his already enormous horns grew even further and more of them emerged on his shoulders, coiling together in an endless maze of shattered horns.
With a burst of power that minced his own legs, Narik shot forward like a crossbow bolt at his target, empaling Fist Of Inceneration right in his stomach with his claws merged together into a single, enormous spike, it was only a few milimeters from completely chopping the champion in half.
"Got you..." spoke Narik triumphly, although he sounded out of breath.
The Necromancer prepared to unleash hell upon Lady Storm as he molded various cannon-like constructs all over his body, ready to start raining projectiles upon her.
But before that could happen, the both of them had their attention taken by the intense light that suddenly appeared.
The air itself sparked with flames, as the stones laying around melted and everything that could bursted into flames.
How Gnataniel was still alive after having his spine brutally destroyed was beyond the necromancer, he had even made sure to convert all of the iron in his blood into solid iron but he was still moving, the intense heat having seemingly melted it, meaning that he had liquid iron coursing through his veins at the moment.
Narik's arm melted into puddle before the champion pushed himself forward with a small burst of flames grabbing the necromancer's head with both hand and then wrapping his arms around.
Narik clearly saw the champion convert into a charred skeleton and then into absolutely nothing as he felt like he had just been thrown into a sun, his body melting down as he took damage and his vision distorted because of the heat.
The mana everywhere was deeply infused with his flames, making any efforts of the necromancer to pull himself together impossible.
Instead of fleeing from the miniature sun, Minimil had stayed, someone had to keep the intense spell casted with Gnataniel's death together long enough to be sure that the necromancer was dead.
Even with her best efforts, thirty seconds was as long as she was able to hold the massive but unsteady spell together before she had to fly away as it exploded, washing over everyone with incredible heat and burning the trees that hadn't been chopped off at the beginning of the fight.
Euthanasia and by extension, Sacrilege caught up in flames instantly, which helped them fit in with their surroundings all of a sudden.
Everyone's elses powerful aura prevented their clothes and hair from burning up.
'Oh my, a bit amateurish but definitely an inspired spell! What conditions could have been used for it?' distracted by the magic, Occult got punched in the face for his inattention which he didn't appreciate, flapping his wings strongly and sending the mass of mana flying into the ground.
Narik's senses of pain had greatly dulled ever since he had converted his flesh into iron, alongside his remarkable magic abilities in general, it made him a very resilient and physically powerful mage.
So he wasn't in much pain at all even as he turned completely liquid and some of his iron was straight up evaporated by the intense heat, what hurt him was his precious horns just laying on the filthy ground.
They were part of a ritual and his attachment to them was a big part of what he could do with them as well as their durability, which was why none of them was damaged beyond recovery even in that situation.
Expanding his mana senses was nearly impossible with the interfering fire mana but he had to figure out a way out of here, if the iron that currently made up his heart was evaporated or if his transformation reverted, he would die for sure and if he was dead, there would be no more horns to collect.
The brazier was intense and Minimil had no clue whether or not Narik had perished, if anyone could be getting a notification about it, it would be Gnataniel not her.
Without much options, she gritted her teeth and turned back to the fight against the cardinal sin.