88 Showdown

As the two of us steel ourselves, the seconds of silence and stillness felt akin to hours. 

"You seem a decent fellow, I hate to kill you." He snickers slightly, cracking his neck. 

"You seem a decent fellow, I hate to die," I reply, my mouth spewing the line before I'm able to suppress it. 

Begin.

In a flash, it happened. The masked man dashed towards me almost faster than my eyes could follow, he was taking the shortest possible route, a straight line.

"Stone Wall!" I yell, raising my staff. If he thinks I need to chant like other casters, I can catch him off guard. 

Regardless of his next move, I have mine. Placing my hands in the direction of the wall, I begin to chant. 

"What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine. Release unto me all that rightfully belongs to me. Despot's Grasp." I chat, waiting until the masked stranger appears.