Lord Draevan was having a relatively good time, considering the circumstances.Sure, he was still on the brink of defeat, but at least he was able to fight his foe on equal standing, now that the infuriating Disruptor was gone.Moreover, it gave him enough breath to needle his opponent.“Getting tired, Maelric?” the lord called out, hovering in the air as his [Gale Flight] spell kept him at the same altitude as his flame-soaring opponent.“Pitiful wretch. Is this your way of begging for mercy?” the assassin fire archmage sneered. “Befitting of your status, I suppose.”Draevan sighed. “Always with insults to give. A shame your spellcasting does not match your wagging tongue. How is it that even after so many years since we saw each other in the academy, you still haven’t mastered the fundamentals of elemental manipulation?”“You dare?! I am a master of the arcane. You’re just a second-rate mage with third-rate tricks!”A hundred sparks shot forth from Maelric’s fingers, soon transformed into blazing fireballs as the amplifying song in the air enhanced their energies.Draevan calmly executed a complex spell matrix, using the moisture in the air to form miniature storm clouds that dampened the fireballs’ fiery before destroying them with lightning arcs. He then used the displaced mana to weave a single mighty thunderbolt and hurled it towards Maelric.Maelric formed his shield in time, but without his pet Disruptor nearby to weaken the blow, the thunderbolt broke the barrier and sent the man flying back.