Lesser Spell Field!
Control Gravity!
Gravitational Distortion!
...
Numerous auxiliary witchcraft spells cascaded down.
"Hmph!"
Anslot's knees buckled, and he uncontrollably fell to his knees, his eyes wide with horror.
"Advanced Wizard Apprentice!"
"Great Knight!"
"How could..."
BANG!
Before he could finish his sentence, waves of power surged into his body, ripping his Wizard Robe to shreds.
PUFF!
PUFF! PUFF!
Stone spikes, ethereal tentacles, and streams of water arrows pierced him, turning him into a porcupine.
"Ugh..."
Blood spilled from his mouth as he collapsed to the ground, all signs of life gone.
"I was too heavy-handed!"
Carl landed, his face showing annoyance. "I forgot he had just become an Advanced Wizard Apprentice. He was no match for seasoned Wizards, and his body was frail. We ended up with no survivors."
"Never mind!"
Shaking his head, he quickly searched Anslot's body, collected various items, and left swiftly.
