Was this the power of six-circle spells? My mouth dropped at the staggering amount of mana present in the spell, far overwhelming anything I'd experienced. The massive magic circle rotated slowly, hundreds of feet above the arena, and emitted a terrifying aura. Chunks of rock and fire materialized within, clumping together to form a solid mass at the center. Even with my mind muddied with pain, I knew we couldn't survive this.
Soltair slashed toward me, releasing a wave of light from his sword. I turned, open-mouthed as it flew above my head and into the descending sword of Kirla. She'd gotten within striking distance without me noticing, and would surely have landed a finishing blow.
