"Argh!" Caylus screamed in rage as he broke free of the wolf's grip. He lifted his foot to crush its head to a mush, only for it to disappear before he could reach it.
Stark was already closing in with another slash, and Caylus braced himself for the blow, meeting the sword with a powerful strike.
Yet once again—
Bam!
He was thrown off balance, this time by a heavy strike to the back of his knee.
His eyes widened in shock as Stark's blade came charging straight at his head, but at the last moment—
FWOOOSH!
A heavy gale of wind exploded out of his body, curling like a cyclone and blowing everything around him several metres back.
That was when he finally had time to breathe.
Caylus took in a deep breath and rose to his feet, blood dripping down his broken nose. He held it between his fingers and cracked it, pushing it back in place before sneezing out the blood.
"To think you would force me to use my magic." He almost sounded disgusted.
