With the boy's arrogance and overconfidence now exposed for the fallacy it was, I knew it was time to teach him a lesson in the art of combat, to show him that there was more to fighting than elemental magic.
As I closed in on the boy, the distance between us disappearing in a blur of motion.
With the grace and speed of a panther, I lunged forward, my feet eating up the ground As I accelerated towards the boy.
He reacted with a start, his mouth opening in a shocked cry as he scrambled to react, his hands flailing in a desperate attempt to defend himself.
But it was too late.
With his defenses still down, the boy's attempts to defend himself were half-hearted at best, his arms flailing in a disorganized flurry as he tried to ward off my advance.
But my movements were swift and precise, my body twisting and turning with a cat-like agility as I danced around his clumsy strikes, my speed and reflexes outmatching his own by leagues.
