"I am Antonio Icefield WitchThread, Frozen Blood. Water Legate." I say, following his lead and bowing in the air. "You'll have the pleasure of dying to me today."
Please keep talking, please keep talking. I need more time to catch my breath and weave more spells.
"Wonderful! Simply wonderful my prince," Fyor said with a sneer, lightly kicking the ground, causing a pillar of Earth to shoot out from under him, launching the assassin towards me.
"Shatter!" I yell, sending a wave of divinity into the side of his pillar, causing it to come crumbling down. Yet, Fyor was still able to leap off the top of his platform and launch toward me.
Shooting backward in the air accomplishes about nothing, as my back slams into the roof of the birdcage, and Fyor soars through the air, twisting his arm backward and punching, sending me catapulting towards the ground.
Fuck fuck fuck!