'Is this the end for me?' Grenald thought as he struggled to get up while Kurt approached fast.
But...
'It's no use'
Grenald's thoughts turned negative as he found himself unable to stand up in time.
But just as his eyes were closing shut on the sight of Kurt approaching, a ray of hope brought him back together.
A ray of hope in the form of a wind beam that blasted an unsuspecting Kurt afar.
Following that, a voice rang out.
"What are you doing? Don't tell me you've already decided to end your pathetic life, have you?"
Grenald couldn't pinpoint what it was, but something about that voice riled him up in anger as he spoke with bloodshot eyes.
"Who are you calling pathetic, you dumb mage? You ought to-"
Unfortunately, his angry ranting came to a halt as he puked blood once more.
Nevertheless, he didn't forget to shoot Cavarl a dangerous glare as if he wanted to eat him alive.
Cavarl though, paid no heed to such an act as he spoke...
"If you're not pathetic, then get up already and say that to my face"
Grenald popped a thick vein along his forehead as he wished he could bash the b#stard's head into the soil, dammit!
"Oh, you're angry? Then get up"
Grenald was about to reply when Cavarl said...
"He's coming. If you're going to get up, you better do it quickly"
...before activating the enchantment in his boots and turning to leave.
But not before Grenald sent him a few words in a weak tone.
"H-his element, his element is sound. Be careful"
Cavarl slowly blinked.
"I will" he said, before bursting forth like a gale in the wind.
His mind began to churn.
'Sound, he says. Hmm, I might just be able to beat him'
With that in mind, he rushes forth to meet Kurt, who was dusty from stumbling on the soil mixed with blood from all the fighting. He showcased a face of madness and fury.
As they approach each other, Cavarl begins to plan accordingly.
'First things first, I can't let him get close'
With Ulrik, it was different as they were both mages, but engaging a Knight in close combat, their area of expertise, was nothing short of foolishness and unbridled stupidity.
Suddenly, Kurt threw his spear with a look of rage. It had enough accuracy to rival an expert archer and enough speed for it to reach Cavarl almost instantaneously.
Cavarl showcased his gratefulness by simply bending backwards to an insane angle and allowing the spear to pass him by, before launching counter attacks of his own.
Of course, not before his joints snapped in multiple places in response to his awkward movement.
First, he used his trademark wind blades by the dozens, each going towards Kurt in awkward and obscene angles.
He then used another spell, Wind Blast.
Five green rings appeared in front of his hands that both held onto his glowing staff and air pockets were immediately compressed before being fired at Kurt.
Kurt, with the power of sound, pinpointed the position of all the wind blades before bending and jumping in awkward positions to dodge each and everyone of them.
Then the sound of something tearing through the air came right after, but he couldn't react in time.
The result...
*BOOM!*
The moment the compressed air pockets touched Kurt's body, it exploded into a sudden gust of wind.
And because of how close it was, Kurt was instantly blown away, utterly disoriented.
Before he could even get far, not to talk of landing, more air pockets amounting to a total of five hit him consecutively, each blasting him even farther than the last.
With his body shining like a mana crystal, it was easy for Cavarl to continuously aim at him.
And that was not all the wind blasts were doing, Kurt also got to feel the sensation that Grenald felt minutes ago.
His internal organs were in turmoil from the recoil of such attacks.
If it wasn't for his enhanced physique, Kurt didn't doubt that they would be much worse.
The moment his body touched ground, Kurt forced himself to balance, before quickly evading the incoming air pockets.
He had already begun to regret throwing his spear, because there was no doubt about it, that had been a stupid move. And now he was facing the consequences.
'I can't hit him from here, so I'll have to get close'
Quickly, Kurt went into action by imbuing his fists with even more mana and using them to pummel the earth.
The act was simple, but the effects were anything but.
From his fists, a web of cracks appeared instantly, and more importantly, the tremor knocked Cavarl a little bit off balance.
This was the chance Kurt was waiting for, and without a second to waste, he pounced forward, seemingly intending to punch Cavarl into oblivion.
Cavarl, not willing to allow such a fate, hastily retreated backwards, which was when he realized that he had been tricked.
The moment he moved backwards, Kurt bolted not towards him, but towards his spear embedded in the earth.
Cavarl reacted within seconds and released dozens of wind blades to stop him from taking it.
But against all odds, Kurt didn't compromise and allowed the majority of the wind blades to cut him as he finally grabbed hold of his spear.
With one strong motion, he removes it from the earth and immediately bolts towards Cavarl with rage apparent on his face...
"I am so going to enjoy killing you"
"Well, this is bad" Cavarl muttered as he retreated even further while releasing wind blades and wind blasts to stop Kurt from approaching.
Unfortunately, most of them were dodged or deflected.
The minute Cavarl saw that his attacks had become useless, he changed to another spell once again.
This time, wind converged into a disc shape with a shape edge before rushing towards Kurt.
*SOOM!*SOOM!*SOOM!*
And it wasn't just one. Cavarl made sure to keep the Avillian Master on his toes by relentlessly releasing more and more of such spells.
It was a skill he called Cyclone Blades.
And Kurt got to witness its strength first hand.
Unlike Wind Blades, these ones were longer and faster, making them tougher to dodge. They were also far sharper, leaving deep cuts every time they touched skin.
And worst of all, Cavarl was able to control them from a distance.
It was the complete definition of giving snakes wings.
With three of such things attacking simultaneously, Kurt had pulled out his A-game to ensure his survival.
*VOOM*VOOM*
Kurt rolled his staff in between his fingers at very fast speeds before hitting the bottom of his spear on the ground.
From it, a screeching sound erupted and, before Cavarl could even think of dodging...
"Ahh!"
He instinctively held his ears as blood started flowing out of them and Cavarl began to wreath on the floor as time passed.
"Caught you unawares, didn't I? It's a technique that emits a high-pitched frequency just enough to burst your ears. I can't imagine how much pain you must be feeling right now. So, let me do you favor and end your misery"
Kurt raised his spear to impale Cavarl and end him, when...
*KUNG!*
"Why the f#ck do you like yapping so much?"
