Riss drew his long bow from under his cloak, and pulled back the string. An arrow appeared magically, and with a twang he took shot. The arrow was short, the beast to far to shoot. But Riss prepared another arrow, and took aim
You are only going to miss again, Rerem said, his voice radiating confidence. Your angle is wrong.
And what would you know of magic and arrows.
Nothing compared to you I would wager, but I do seem to have a better grasp on angles and wind direction. Aim higher.
Riss, although he doubted the boy, had nothing to lose from it, so he aimed higher.
And higher the aim went.
Now aim more to the right.
Riss did as he was told, and this continued for a few moments, while the creature moved.
Riss let his arrow fly. He knew the moment it left it would miss. He was aiming pointlessly into the sky, and shooting to the right by so much was just foolish. The wind could not move an arrow such a distance.
But as Riss was preparing his next shot, the arrow landed threw the creatures throat, killing it.
The sun began to rise to the mid point of the day. Soon, the match would begin. Just moments remained, a moment to plan how to defeat the other. Both Riss and Blak where the watchers of this match. A brief breath remained to the time
The moment the sun hit its peak the combatants sprang to life. Dmittri drew his blade and made a mad dash towards the other fighter. This left both of the mages to duel it out themselves.
As blades clashed in the background, Rerem emptied out the real world for the briefest of moments, putting his whole mind into one thing. What the other mage was thinking. He was casting an advanced water spell. Looked like a water dragon incantation. Rerem knew how to counter it.
Focusing all his might into his right hand, he threw the forced might, and the moment he let it go a fire serpent was soaring towards the other mage, just in time to counter the water dragon spell.
The other mage cursed under his breath, erected a quick shield, and prepared a powerful summoning spell. Rerem started his own powerful spell, but skipped the shield step.
In my own name I call into being the fire of my fury, let hell itself break lose upon this realm
Before Rerem had finished, the other fighter had his hands around Rerems throat. It seemed the fighter had slipped past Dmittri. And Dmittri was wavering. To strike down the mage, or to save Rerem. Rerem waved his hand in the air, signaling for Dmittri to fight the other mage, and so Dmittri did.
Rerem put both his hands on his opponents arms. His opponent was far stronger then him. The teachers knew this.
That is it, Im calling this match. Blak said, his arm about to decide the match.
Wait, Blak, cant you see Rerem is muttering something? Riss replied, stopping Blaks arm.
And so it was true. Rerem didnt stop the spell he was casting.
The spell should finish in a moment, all he has to say is and use thy strength to incinerate my foe Riss enlightened Blak.
But Rerem didnt say that spell. His hand still holding to his opponents arms, he said, and
F-freeze my foe int-to the i-cy flames in m-my defense.
Almost immediately after the last word, blue fire seared from Rerems hands and straight onto his opponents arms.
His opponent screeched in agony, the blue fire searing threw his armor and biting into his skin. As the fire took root into his flesh, it actually froze over. But the burning agony ensued. This time the teachers stopped the match.
Rerem rubbed his throat. It still stung from the strangle. I lacked the brute power needed to win. I was weak.
The thought clawed at Rerems mind, scarring it. He had power, but it wasnt enough. He had to become stronger.
Hey, he was strong. You won using magic, because your different them him. You are not supposed to have loads of physical strength. Your just a mage, not a god.
No, I suppose Im not a god
not yet, Rerem thought in his head, the beginning of a plan forming.