Smith stood before his opponent, the air thick with tension as the two warriors locked eyes. He knew he had to act fast if he wanted to win this battle. Without hesitation, he took a deep breath and focused his energy, channeling it into the spell he was about to cast.
"Armor of the Crimson Earth!" he shouted, as he thrust his hands forward. A surge of power erupted from his fingertips, as crimson light flooded the area. In an instant, the ground beneath him began to quake, and tendrils of earth rose up to engulf him.
Smith felt the armor of the Crimson Earth forming around him, the weight of it pressing down on his body. He felt his heart racing with excitement as he realized the spell was working.
The armor felt solid and unyielding, like a second skin, and he knew it would provide him with the protection he needed to win this fight.
