"You can. You'll probably win in a fight against it, but you will certainly die," the mage casually stated as she read through the pages.
"Right," he chuckled.
"Just hope he gets defeated; otherwise, we will have to be the ones to recapture him."
The human mage sighed and drooped.
*****
"Get a hold of yourself, Aarin!" Turan cried.
Tiagon went on the offensive. He stomped the ground with his right foot, and in response, the ground a couple of meters away zoomed upward—a large protrusion—and it struck the mass of black swords attempting to push it upwards.
The rock formation stood strongly, halting the spell, but then it began to break again.
Turan ran forward, her arms ablaze. She reached the creature's blind spot, its behind, and sent multiple balls of fire at it.
It sensed it, however, and strands of its hair whipped, sending forth spears of lightning. The spears broke through the balls of fire and continued on.
They came at Turan—dozens of lightning spears. She immediately went on all fours, her arms on the ground as she leaped and spun, trying hard to evade the blows of lightning—mana greatly reinforcing her.
Tiagon shot forward, his arm overflowing with mana, and punched the black mass, rocking them. He sent a punch, then another, then another, undoing the effect of the magic.
His ears tingled as he sensed bolts of lightning coming to him from behind; they had curved overhead just to hit him.
In a blink, he disappeared. The creature's eyes widened as it sensed Tiagon just behind it, floating upside-down.
It frowned and saw a spell forming in his fingers, a smile across his face.
"Hollow," he uttered, and the mass of red energy drifted at the creature.
It could sense the urgency of the situation—the deadly force behind the spell—and it focused all of its movable strands and launched forward dozens of lightning spears at the little ball of red.
The spells struck each other, and a ringing filled the room, also a shockwave and a little quake. The concrete solid roof above broke.
Aarin barely survived as a slab of the roof almost fell on her. She snapped out of her shock when she saw the large slab by her side; bits of it had broken off, and some found their way on her skin, but they weren't anything beyond a mild bleeding.
She looked above and could see nothing; dust was clouding her vision, and then she spotted a fiery glow. She knew that it was from Turan, but what about Clyde?
Tiagon found himself in a new place. He wasn't surrounded by walls now, but rather trees and clouds up ahead, and then he looked down to see two mages at a distance and a large hole from below that told of where he had come from.
He heard a shriek of lightning and immediately flipped in the air, just barely avoiding the bolt of lightning. It mildly grazed past his right cheek, and a little wound opened.
The creature had on a ragged robe, but now it was naked and mad with rage.
Its scaly forearm brimmed in red, and its eye glowed blue.
It suddenly opened its mouth, and a stream of red flames shot out of it at Tiagon. He brought up his Mana shield in time, abating the blow.
The creature continued with rage, closing the gap between it and Tiagon, and struck forward a blow. Tiagon caught the blow, but he drifted backward—his hand still holding onto the clenched fist of the creature.
Then Tiagon's eyes widened; he was vulnerable, and the creature was going to use it to its advantage. It pulled him closer and again opened a stream of flame onto Tiagon, who was just centimeters away.
Tiagon used teleportation to escape the blow; his robe caught a little of the spell, burning up a bit, but otherwise, he was unaffected.
He creased his brows in annoyance; the robes were quite expensive, and he loved it. He was pissed.
The creature didn't care for his countenance, however, and came zooming at him again like a frenzied beast, coating all of its body in lightning and zooming towards him like a spear.
Tiagon teleported away again; he wasn't confident in his ability to stop such a powerful spell.
"This thing, it is stronger than even Zan."
Tiagon was cornered; he hadn't ever felt lacking in the defensive department until now. No one had ever made him go so much on the defensive, and not to mention that he had to hide many of his trump cards lest he wanted trouble.
The creature didn't halt in its flight, and it suddenly turned to the side, increasing further in speed, hundreds of miles away after Tiagon had dodged, and it turned once more, going back to where it had come from, and in just two seconds, he appeared before Tiagon.
'It's relentless. I don't think I have the luxury to hold back, but what is it?' Tiagon thought.
The two hovered in the sky; Tiagon was lower, and he had to look up above at the glaring creature that could pass as a god of lightning.
****
"Did he just use teleportation magic? First-class mages have a monopoly on teleportation magic. How did he learn that?" The human mage blurted in surprise.
"We have bigger problems," the elf responded.
"But it is strange that he has learned such a spell already, and he looks quite young. He must have great affinity for the magic. He has quite the potential; he's hanging on against him fairly well. That already makes him a first-class mage in power. What's his name?" She continued and said.
"I believe it's Clyde," he answered.
"That's strange. Teleportation magic costs so much mana, and he has used a few spells above. His Mana reserve is notable, but nothing too impressive. Just how does he continue fighting? He should have run out of juice."
The two mages looked above, watching the great battle that was happening in the skies.