The battle began in a blink of an eye, but as if he was expecting it, Silas laughed, pieces of his flaking skin falling from his face as his laughter stretched the healing scars, "My master always said the best defense is a good offense. Don't die, Jonathan, before I have my fun!"
Silas brought out a cracked pink crystal that was as small as an apple and he pointed it at the incoming lightning. A shard of crystal shaped like a spear surged from the pink crystal he was holding and struck the incoming lightning bolt scattering the energy without losing any momentum and jetted towards the Alchemist.
The Alchemist pointed with his left finger and Scripts began appearing in mid-air, in the blink of an eye he had already assembled hundreds of Rank 1 and Rank 2 Scripts. He had already prepared them before and was just releasing them from his sleeves.
