Chapter 143: Waves
Only one of the Greens had the bloodline. Not that it mattered much as neither Elaine nor Gawain had an easy time approaching their enemies. A long trail of flames swam through the air, resembling an earthworm, burning holes through the trees’ trunks wherever it passed. It chased the two of them without pause, forcing them to keep evading. Whenever it got too close, Elaine chopped it to pieces with her whips, but the fire mage kept pouring mana into the spell. It also didn’t help they had the stalagmites to worry about.
“Careful!” Gawain warned, Elaine sidestepping the emerging construct at the last second.
Earth magic was generally slower than other types, but it had its own perks. Beside the fact that the spells were heavier and thus harder to block, it allowed its users to perform deadly sneak attacks by sending their mana through the ground. It travelled a little faster like that too. Elaine’s elders had long drilled into her that she was supposed to keep a safe distance from an earth mage, constantly having her Mana Sense glued to the ground while fighting one.
‘We’ll never get close like this…’ she smiled bitterly.
Both her and Gawain’s spells worked better at medium range, their whips currently unable to reach their opponents. Between the stalagmites and the fire worms, they struggled to catch their breath too. As for the last guy, he hadn’t broken a sweat. He was also an earth mage, but he had only created a single stone golem so far. It was twice as tall as a person, towering over them as it stood guard by their side, ready to block the occasional splash of water that made it there.
‘They’re more skilled than me too.’ she realized.
Their opponents were probably Orange-borns over sixty years old – much like her father – as evident by their slightly older appearance and the finesse of their Refined spells. At least, that was the case for the fire worm dude and the golem guy. The last one was probably a Yellow-born about her age, his stalagmites hardly beyond the threshold of a Crude spell.
Strictly speaking, this was acceptable. Galahad had merely tasked them with keeping the three Greens busy. They didn’t have to win. However, Elaine just couldn’t shake her worry.
“Will he and Mordred really manage to win their own fights?”