'Finally.'
Akamir thought.
'A good study material.'
Arthur's palm lit up with a faint orange glow as the magic circle bloomed to life in the air above it.
The lines pulsed with unstable mana, wild and raw, clearly affected by his emotions.
'It's so clumsy and weak.'
Akamir could already see the gaps in its structure, the uneven lines, the rushed layering.
That spell was meant to do damage, with no thought about safety.
The circle crackled and a firebolt rushed towards him.
'That doesn't seem too dangerous.'
Akamir didn't bother raising his sword.
He lifted his hand slightly, and the table beside him shuddered as he used telekinesis.
It lurched into the air, floating between him and the spell, catching the firebolt head-on.
Flames burst against the wood, burning the surface, but the rest of the attack died out harmlessly.
"Fight me like a man!"
Arthur yelled as another circle flared in his hand, and this one was larger.
