Chapter 75: Mana Wrestling (2)
The two spheres of Mana seemed to be at a stalemate. Thalrix had the density advantage and as much as Thessa melted the layers of his tinfoil ball away, the poor folding actually helped him.
There were so many air pockets in Thalrix’s ball that the fire couldn’t pass on its heat evenly and efficiently. In fact, after observing for a while, though Theron knew that Thalrix couldn’t make a ball as smooth as his own, he could certainly do much better than this.
It was clear that Thalrix was a genius for a reason.
The most important point, though, was that while Thessa’s Fire Mana seemed to flick away and vanish into the wind easily, from time to time, Thalrix would take control of the cooled molten Mana that flaked from his tinfoil ball and slap them back on.
Slowly, Thessa’s ball of fire became smaller while Thalrix’s own, while having shrunk a small bit, had remained relatively the same size.
A sneer came from Thalrix, the painted lights of orange and red dancing across his silver teeth and tattoos in the somber lighting. He could feel that victory was approaching.
"You know, maybe if you strip for me I’ll forgive you and won’t take your head. But I’m a man of the people first and foremost, so you’ll have to give us all a little show."
After the first goading got a reaction out of her, Thessa had hardly reacted with anything other than cold, ruthless efficiency afterward.
Even hearing these words now, her expression didn’t change or shift in the slightest.