"Zalpf!" The two mages cried.
Blue light erupted from their staffs in unison and powerful bolts of lightning zoomed at Tiagon.
"Zalpf!" He cried executing the same magic spell. Bolts of lightning zapped from his fingers and struck the ones that came at him.
The energies held on each other, neither overpowering. The battle of attrition held on for a few seconds when Tiagon suddenly conjured up a twisting powerful wind that crept upward and packed dirt along with it.
'Hmmmm?!'
'Bagerat?!'
The two mages realized what he was up to and they swiftly zoomed in opposite directions escaping the bolts that swallowed theirs before the spell below consumed them.
"It's a very flashy spell, a destructive one as well. The creator must be the same."
The mages' faces creased upon hearing his words.
"Lances of Spil!" The older mage cried.
"Wind scythes!" The younger one followed up.
Mana coalesced and morphed into bright large shimmering lances of light around the older mage, about a dozen surrounded him.
The mage thrust forward his hand and the lances flew at lightning speed towards Tiagon.
He slid to the side escaping the first that came at him, he continued till he dodged them all and the curved wind blades that followed.
'I really need to improve on my magic defenses.'
"Aztel's…"
He stopped with his right finger held out, his mana wasn't responsive to the magic he was about to conjure.
He had momentarily forgotten that he had taken his more humanoid form and such magic wasn't particularly attuned to his current body.
He looked at his opponents and he saw that they maintained a defensive stance huffing heavy breaths as they were close to exhaustion meanwhile he had just begun.
He thrust his right hand and a flash of lightning escaped from it morphing into the head of a large dragon.
The spell came flying at them at incredible speed. It opened its mouth and roared as it closed up on them.
What followed was an explosion of light and cracking sparkly sounds.
The mages remained in their spot unaffected, a shield of magic encompassing them. From it, blasts of pure mana honed for destruction came at Tiagon.
'Ordinary attack magic.' Tiagon thought as the multiple blasts of unadulterated Mana came at him.
He smirked and the blasts went through him.
"An Afterimage!" The older mage blurted still inside the protective bubble.
Tiagon suddenly appeared in front of their magic bubble. His frame towering over them.
On his face was a broad smile as he held the shield.
"Let's see how strong this shield is."
"Firestorm." He muttered.
Bright powerful flames erupted from his palms swallowing the bubble. The bright orange hue shone against his face making him appear like a crazy maniac in the moment.
He continued the attack for twenty seconds and then he stopped.
"Impressive! Most certainly impressive!" He yelled.
The shield held on against the flame blast and they had been sent meters away by it.
The older mage undid the shield. He and his partner took in deep breaths, Tiagon had burnt the air around them for twenty seconds and their magical energy had almost been depleted.
"How?... That spell should have cost him all of his Mana." The older mage uttered with some struggle.
"Do you understand now?" Tiagon asked with a smirk.
He looked at the eyes of the mages in front of him, fight still existed in their eyes, they weren't giving up.
"That spell…Mana…Into a bubble of protection." he pondered.
He merely stood and the magical energy bountiful in the atmosphere rushed at him, his honed magical energy pulling it at him.
With his will, the mana fused into each other hardening as they did and materializing into a thin wall that hovered in front of him.
They only appeared at his torso when he had intended for it to appear all over him instantaneously.
The spell then began to grow up and below him beginning its encircling process.
The mages saw that this was their chance as he was occupied with learning a new spell.
The older mage nodded at the other. Immediately, the two zoomed forward crossing the distance between one another in an instant.
They thrust forward their hands to execute a special binding spell. Their hands had glowed when…
SHING SHING
They remained fixed in their spots, hot pain searing through their nerves and bright light threatening to burn their eyes.
Their shocked faces glued on the mage before them.
'How?'
'Light Magic'
Blood poured from their mouths and like birds whose wings have been clipped, they fell to their demise.
'Swords of Light'
Tiagon had sent a sword each crafted from the light element through their chests.
He continued his attempt at perfecting the magic shield and after a few tries, he had it to surround his entire body like the mages he had killed did.
A thin transparent layer of light blue surrounded him, its purpose–to protect him from harm–not just one of magic but physical attacks as well.
He undid it and created another, this time it stood in front of him and he shrank it–refining it as he did and its glow grew.
He held the ball between his thumb and index finger, and a little powerful flame erupted around the little ball burning around it.
Tiagon observed for some seconds and saw that the ball remained unaffected.
'So refining and reducing it doesn't lessen its durability.'
The flame still burned brightly around it. Tiagon looked at the fortress, he saw that several knights readied themselves on it, they were much smaller earlier but their little display of magic called the scattered men to the stronghold.
He set his eyes at the fort positioning his hand at it. There, he let go of the ball with a powerful flick sending it traversing –leaving a trail of orange light.
The ball expanded as it zoomed away till it reached its original size and crashed on the base of the tower where many of the knights stood.
BOOM
The flame spread and with its major support broken, the fort came falling.