Lance Earth 3

Camus casually hurled a blade of wind in my direction. The crescent approached viciously, carving a path in the ground where it had travelled.

I swung Dawn’s Ballad into Camus’ attack when the crescent suddenly distorted before exploding.

“Lesson one of fighting as a conjurer. Be unpredictable,” Camus muttered.



A blast of wind nearly threw me back onto the ground. This time, however, I was able to react fast enough. I stabbed my sword into the ground, putting more force than I normally would to embed the broken tip of my sword into the dirt floor to brace myself against the blast.

I looked back up to see dozens of jagged icicles, each as long as my arm, flying toward me.

Siphoning mana out of my core, I swung my free arm, releasing a wave of fire.

The large shards of ice evaporated with a hiss from my flames but before I could continue my attack, three triangular panels of stone shot up from the ground around me and collapsed on each other.

Trapped within the pyramid of earth, my vision darkened.

This is getting annoying, I thought.

Fighting against conjurers was fundamentally different than going up against augmenters. For one, they kept their distance and attacked from afar.

With a snap of my finger, I ignited a flame to study my surroundings. Just three walls coming together at a point about twenty feet above me.

“I might as well try and fight like a conjurer as well,” I muttered to myself, putting Dawn’s Ballad back into my ring.

I sent out a current of earth mana into the ground, and within a second I was able to make out the rough positions of all four of them as well as the two figures afar—which I assumed were Emily and Alanis.