The muscular man noticed the bluish-white trail that Rufus had left behind, his gaze following it.
"Found you." The muscular man smiled wickedly, he bent his legs, and jumped toward the sky.
"Hahaha, it's the end of the line, elf!"
The muscular man yelled, his voice echoing throughout the hallways.
Rufus was still flying, the air rippling around his body. He could feel his body slowing down, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before he would start falling back down.
"Fuck..." Rufus cursed under his breath, he immediately closed his eyes and raised his hands, his palms facing upwards.
"Ice Magic: Cold Wings"
As soon as he spoke, a large, white wing made of ice materialized out of thin air.
It was large, and majestic, and it spread outwards, enveloping him. But it wasn't that thick, it was as thin as paper.
The wing started flapping, its movement slow and gentle, and it helped him glide through the air.