"Brat!" Terius barked,
He wasted no time. His eyes narrowed, and with a flick of his wrist, he called out, "Gale Strike!" A powerful blast of wind shot toward Elias, the air howling with the force of the spell. Elias stood his ground, his expression unreadable.
"[Ward of null]"
The wind slammed into him, yet he didn't flinch; instead, it seemed to flow around him, dispersing harmlessly.
Terius gritted his teeth, frustration flickering in his eyes. He stepped forward, his fingers tracing a pattern in the air. "Tempest Blade!" he shouted. A razor-sharp crescent of wind hurtled toward Elias.
"[Bladewalk]"
The attack struck, but Elias merely stepped to the side, letting the blade of air pass by him, slicing into the stone wall behind. He barely seemed to notice.
