The deafening shockwave ruffled his brown hair in a wild dance and caused cracking noises to reverberate from his wooden frame. Yet, like a living being, the swirling mass of mana protecting him negated most of the damage by dismantling the spell's mana.
Propelled like a cannonball by the blast, he cut through the wind, reaching Gabriel with a mocking smirk. The sound attack's primary threat came from its ability to shatter eardrums and force the body into a state of shock. He realised it in a second and gloated at the slack-jawed adept.
"I have no body, fool!" He roared, swinging his arms at the hateful Marquis Ashford. "Die, snake!"
His blades glinted death as they closed in like two magical beasts ready to bite his enemy's neck before beheading him.
However, Gabrial's mouth snapped open, blurting his spell's name a split second before he could end him.
"Cerulean Bulwark!"
