Bruna and Roxanne sat in a room and talked about all types of questions. They spent the last day together and realized that they got along well with each other, so they decided to spend time with each other while talking.
"Hey, Roxanne, I have a question. Where is the guild master? I have developed a fairly good knowledge of human nature over the years and can say so much about him without knowing him that he is someone who rarely, if at all, deals irresponsibly with his guild. But this guild is pretty much the front line of the war, and now I haven't heard from him in a day."
Bruna was smart enough to understand how much Amon liked and loved this guild. In her opinion, it was impossible for him to disappear, even for a day. He was sweating so much that the floor was so wet in a few places that he was already slipping out on his own sweat.
Roxanne thought for a moment before answering, and then she just said that he was just training without going into too much detail.
And that was exactly what he was doing in training. He sat on the floor, drenched in sweat. He slowly stood up and thought about the war, what he could do, if he should train harder, and if he trained too much. He considered so many possibilities that he completely tuned out his surroundings. After some time, after breaking out of his thoughts, he looked up and could only say one thing: "What the fuck happened!"
He was standing on a field surrounded by Verdan soldiers. The soldiers waited a few seconds and then charged forward. A first wall of slodiers ran towards him and tried to fight him in close combat, while others shot magic spells at him from a distance. Amon had no clue what happened but was still a powerful fighter; he dodged everything and let it look like he danced with his enemies. When he eliminated the first wall of enemies, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a shell. The shell was fitted with a band that enabled him to grab the shell by the ore without having to hold it. This item was called a 'voiceshell' and was the invention of a magician named Tony Shell.
"Amon, finally we reach you. A few of us were teleported to a battlefield."
Amon listened to what Leon said while dodging his enemies. His opponents really only thought that he wanted to humiliate them. He listened while casually taking out their attackers.
"Alright, not all at once. Tell me who got portet like me and who did not."
After saying this, Dorothea, Vlad, Cedric, Roxanne, Niles, and Leon got ported. The rest were still at their positions or inside the guild building.
"Why don't you die? You have no weapons; you are alone on a battlefield." Amon should be feeling fear and covered in wounds all over his body. But he was fine. Not a single scratch, not a single trace of fear on his expression. Every one of the soldiers would break down in fear at the thought of standing alone on a battlefield facing hundreds of enemies. But not this man.
"You are simply too weak to—Eargh!" Something hit Amon in the shoulder and let him cough blood. He wanted to look in the direction where the projectile came and hit him, but before he could react, another one was fired at him. It was the type of enemy he hated most to fight: a long-distance mage. More attacks got fired at him; now he was able to dodge a few of them, but only the ones he could hear and see. Feeling them was impossible.
"The tactic was a success; he really is weak against long-distance fighters." The motivation of the soldiers came back. They saw that their opponent was now just a human being made of flesh and blood and could therefore also die.
He was attacked by another row of enemies. He stopped hiding the gate and showed it to anyone. The white glow of it shone over the battlefield like a star; a few soldiers stopped for a short time when they saw it but still proceeded.
"Path of Fire: Little Su-BAAMM!" Before he could launch his attack, he got hit by an ice arrow.
The tactic was well planned, but Amon could do nothing. He had no idea where they could have gotten the information that he was weak against long-distance magicans, but the fact was that they were right; it was highly effective.
He realized that preparing powerful skills would take way too long, so he decided to get into close combat and only use skills he could use quickly. He created a sword and dashed forward. He cut throats and heads while dodging fireballs that fell from the ground. He dodged and sliced, but the problem was his shoulder. The more he swung his sword, the more it hurt. Each cut saved his life but ruined his shoulder more and more.
'I can't do this any longer.' He was exhausted from his previous training and wounded. He wouldn't make it a long fight if he continued like this. He had to think. His only thought was how he got out of here; he didn't know where he was. He ran and felt his heart rate increase.
'I got it. That's the only way.' Amon smashed his blade into the ground and held a hand towards the sky. "Path of Ice: Snow Storm.'
A gigantic snowstorm was created. A violent storm of snow and hail began. The hailstones grew thicker until they reached the size of soccer balls and cracked the skulls of everything they hit. The snow made visibility impossible, which was the perfect way to escape.
Amon only had one chance. He had to escape under the cover of the blizzard and hide somewhere to treat his wounds. He kept thinking as he walked about what a stupid idea this was. In order not to attract attention, he had to increase the radius of action of the snowstorm. Dodging the hailstones and controlling his bleeding as best he can He was not able to see where he ran; he could only gamble on his luck. He could run off from a cliff or right into the next enemy; the bleeding got stronger and stronger; his breathing became more irregular. He ran as far as he could until he hit something good. A tree. The hailstorm was heavy, but he could still see his surroundings a little. He was in a forest.
He slowly dissolved the skill. The trees around him were tall and close together. It was no wonder for him that he ran into a tree; if it hadn't been for this one, it would have been the next best thing in this densely overgrown forest.
"I think I never created hail while using this skill."
The hail came too, which was unexpected. His original plan was to create a snowstorm and run away so that the long-distance magician couldn't see him inside the snowstorm. But snow and hail—that was something unexpected.
"Did I combine two skills without thinking about it?" He remembered what Thalos did in the cave when he combined two skills. That never happened until now.
but couldn't think about it any longer. If it happened by accident, there was no possibility that he would do it on purpose the next time.
He looked at his wounded shoulder and thought about how it would go on. In this state, he could not fight again. The problem was that his trail was pretty obvious. You only had to go to the area where there was snow and a trail of blood leading directly away from the battlefield.
"First of all, I have to focus on surviving."
With that said, he walked deeper into the forest.