The Regal Rper
Mad Scientist
Ark | Egypt | Rings: 0/1
The second they were in the chamber holding the frozen massive figure Ark’s eyes went up. To say he was momentarily caught off guard by the sense of reality the statue held alone would be an understatement. He briefly paused, seeing it-- and then immediately switched his attention to their primary objective: Ishmael.
Who went on to spout some drivel that focused on Moreau.
Before Gauss had even spoken the order, Ark had already charged a magical attack in wait and sent it out. By the time he had finished his sentence the mage had released his left arm with a hand flicking upwards, two fingers pointed out in a diagonal gesture-- striking with thorns with blunt tips, meant for batting and hitting instead of piercing the side of a human at the right side of the empowered mage. A move done to force the Sorcerer to move or at the very least split his thoughts away from that magic object he was working on, at the same time, his eyes narrowed as he focused on Ishmael closely.
True to the test, the attack did not in fact make it. It struck and when it did something flickered off at the exact point of contact a good distance away from where Ishmael physically was, and the blunt tips meant for Ishmael were shattered on impact with that same force, the rest of his construct crumbled immediately after.
Not good.
The gauntlets could have been the flicker of light, maybe even a defensive spell Ishmael had cast in the moment with the support of that Solar magic at his side. Though the earth mage didn't waste a second for there to be a chance of counter. That had proven it. Ishmael had a shield around him.
It was time to switch the playing field. For a majority of this mission he had played supportive offense and dominant defense. It was where he was at his best. Now, he was switching up to the offensive line with a sliding motion as he took a step, as if moving on rollerblades or skating on ice. He moved before Gauss even got the instructions out to Feng on what he was planning, before Noah began spinning around the magnetic Meister's fingers.
And it was a second after he had given his instruction to Feng that the earth mage stated plainly with a pinch of annoyance: “He's got some sort of spell protecting him. Physical attacks aren't going to work until we get through it.”
At the same time Ark had to wonder how much strain that was putting on Ishmael. A constantly active barrier was exhausting to maintain, especially one that the eyes couldn't see. Then again with that necklace to further boost him…
He knew he had been sensing something strong around Ishmael the second he had laid eyes on him but with that magical piece over there, or even the statue of the dormant Sphinx, it could have been a combination of environmental influence messing with his senses, making it truly hard to tell what had been the source. The magic he was sensing had spiked briefly when his attack had hit- it reminded him of the barrier, when they had met Ishmael he had a barrier around him that had stopped every attack.
Which meant he had the advantage. He could work on that piece safely, summon the dead, or fuck them over area wise.
If the fight dragged out, they really were screwed. The saving grace was that it seemed at the moment he couldn't do something without the assistance given his earlier speech.
Seismic Sense would make any attack within a fifty range noticeable and given the size of this place, he had plenty of room to work with. This type of open field fit in both with his advantage and Ishmael's. Plenty of room to work with, plenty of points of attack. With that barrier, he had the upper hand till they broke it. Even if they did though, it likely wouldn't do that much to dent the magical reserves that the suped up Sorcerer had.
This wasn't going to be the same as any other fight he had before. The duels and mock fights he had with Witches would always be different compared to facing another Sorcerer. He had spent plenty of time with his own friends, Meister's and Weapons, training with them because such formations were the bane of every Mage.
This was the first time facing someone with a skillset similar to him.
Perhaps Ishmael might have been a great mentor for him, if he had turned to the Guild and offered his services instead of going down this path of godhood. If this guy had been a prodigy, like Rand, learning under him would have been interesting.
All he felt in the moment though, was that stingy sense of anger as he slid into place.
The slide was akin to a Meister's short dash forward, and thanks to how he handled his style of Earth Magic it made the next move he followed up with, a smooth almost martial art style transition of the Chinese variant.
Ark’s slide ended with a hop, where he landed about almost a foot ahead of the team. The space he landed on collapsed inward, like stepping into a deflating floatie as both feet connected.
Imperceptible to the eye the same spot he had landed on, had risen a few centimeters in a square formation, then collapsed inwards with his weight and magic. As the ground directly below him caved inwards, Ark's magic flared when he flicked both arms out. The simple puff of dust that should have come, exploded in sudden shape of exploded stone.
He felt some resistance in the magic, like the earth was refusing to bend to his will, something that made the fact that Ishmael had displayed a similar skill previously so easy a source of immense irritation. Hence why he did it this way instead of launching pillars of stone at him.
It was possible that by limiting how much earth he controlled, he could limit the effect of this place on his own magic. The concussive blast came from launching pieces of earth out of the ground like projectiles instead of manipulating them like he normally would.
Balls of stone around the size of a head came flying out in different directions at Ishmael, twenty in total. Each one aiming for a spot at him or nearby where Ark presumed the barriers reach maxed. Dust that came, was immediately shoved aside for visibility by Ark’s own personal magic.
The next move was to wait and see, then counter. Whether he made a move on the others or focused on him, Ark would sense it before the attack fully formed.
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