"Ivan Marichardon, you killed my son Dorando; today, a life for a life," Oz Trollope said with intense hatred as he stared at him.
If looks could kill, Ivan would have been riddled with a thousand holes by now.
"My life is right here; come and get it if you dare." While his adversary was still in midair, a sky full of ashy green flames appeared at Ivan's command, barring Trollope's advance.
The Candle Flame Spell, as his second solidified witchcraft, had fast casting speed, nearly instantaneous, and consumed very little energy.
Using the Candle Flame Spell to block the enemy was more than appropriate at the moment.
"Zizz."
Trollope also launched an attack. The power of lightning bypassed the ashy green flames and struck straight at Ivan himself.
This was undoubtedly a battle strategy of exchanging wound for wound.
