Mistakes are Made
"Beautiful distraction and capitalizing on the opportunity! You've had some training huh!" He yells, his arms glowing with a familiar golden brilliance as they begin to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
What the fuck?!
That move is supposed to be a fight ender!
It was clear that the pellets of wind hit him square in the face, yet he's completely calm and basically unharmed!
No, that's not true. His face is covered with very small, yet noticeable wounds.
Does air magic's power decrease over the distance or did I hold back too much?
No time to think, only to act.
Risky or not, he's already proven he can take Absolute Zero front on, so I need to step it up.
What's better than one blast?
Two, obviously.
Before his arms and face are fully healed, I throw my staff into my right hand and stick my left palm out alongside it.
"Shut up for once!" I yell, blasting one out from my staff and one out from my left hand.