'Okay. Fine.' Zarek thought calmly as the bullet of water spiraled toward him in a twisting torrent.
With a low shout, he thrust the lance forward, his arm torquing and his hips pivoting to place his maximal power behind it. His strength surged and he burst right through, but not at the cost of anything less than a quivering wrist.
A splatter of water as sharp as knives shot out like shrapnel, slapping against the bark of trees and carving into them. A single one could likely cut Zarek down to the bone. However…
[Wind Shield] had already been cast, controlling the cycloning winds around him to divert their path away at the same time as his strike. At the same time, Zarek had already brought out a quill, his wrist flickering.
Before the second hidden bullet struck, it slapped against an ancient scroll first, \[Unholy Beacon] being drawn right onto its body.
