Flames roared from the bald man's hands, spewing wildly like a short dragon. David dashed in first, his movements swift, lightning wrapping around his legs as they struck the ground, then stomped onto the enemy's shoulder.
Nathan held his breath for a moment. He could crush everything with a single push—he already knew, "fire, lightning, wind" were nothing but hollow terms. They were merely streams of mana forced into names by the system, so that humans could grow according to their natural talent without wasting time learning flashy nonsense.
This is too easy. I should play a little.
So he followed David. Small motions, light leaps, daggers slicing fast. No explosions, no rage. Just control.
BOOM! David's kick slammed into the bald man's chest, sending his body staggering backward. In that instant, Nathan closed in from the side—his dagger swung low, then upward in a cross, holding back the fire's burst with nothing but raw mana pressure.
"Ughhh—!" the bald man stumbled.
