Gel turned to face Zenyph and lifted his arm to conjure a storm of ice spikes. But Zenyph casually countered with his own water magic, dissolving them in an instant.
"Yeah, water and ice aren't really effective against me." smirked Zenyph as he gestured to his dragon body.
"Fuck." cursed Gel.
He flipped away, trying to put some distance between him and Zenyph. But Zenyph was quick to close the gap, punching him in the face with blood mana covering his fist. Gel coughed, a drop of red splattering onto his robes. He didn't look as if it hurt him. He merely wiped the blood away with the back of his hand and smirked.
He unleashed a barrage of blood bullets towards Zenyph, forcing him to backpedal. He didn't dare touch them, knowing he's weak to blood. Zenyph twisted his wrist, manipulating the water in the surrounding area and using it as a shield to block the attack.
