Cracking my neck and knuckles, I prepared to thrash this arrogant beast-kin who only became known by thwarting me.
He was foolish by confronting me as he was just a Naturalist as compared to my powerful Shadowmancy.
Many before him didn't know of the overwhelming power of shadow spells and tried to resist with their weak Elemental spells, only for them to die as my shadow spell has more priority over theirs.
Although this was my first time against the Naturalist matchup, this fight would be no different.
Neither of us made any attempt to move closer, which worked for me because I loved fighting long range.
Both of us remain unmoving as the wind blew, rustling the trees as I waited for him to make his first and last move.
Growing impatient, I stretch forth my hand, sending out five shadow tendrils that zoom on the ground like claw towards him.
Not moving from his spot, he in turn, sends out root tendrils that weave in and out of the ground towards my spell.
