Michael felt entwined with the molten slag. He felt a hidden connection with it, something that didn't seem to be entirely physical. There wasn't even a string of mana that controlled it. It was something else.
Just a little more, he thought to himself. With just a little bit more effort, he felt like he could control the metal slag telekinetically without the use of his mana.
Unfortunately, the six remaining soldiers did not let him take his eyes off the battlefield for even a second.
Three soldiers came at him from all sides, performing their Flarecorp-specific swordplay that focused on power and explosiveness. Their swings were wide and their powers were enough to leave a large gash on the ground even without contact.
Michael raised his hand, creating a magic circle underneath his feet.
Just before the moment the swords were about to hit him, lightning struck the Earth from high up to the heavens.
