The battle continues

"Thanks for the delivery," Layn muttered, suddenly all calm. Without even a shred of hesitation, he threw his mana-covered hands away, straight towards the attacking monsters. 

Slit. 

By the time the claws and teeth of the invading horde could reach the archmage's skin, he had already sucked most of the energy out of the monsters' bodies. With nowhere else to go, the energy amassed in his flesh, reinforcing it. 

As such, he was left without even the slightest scratch. 

"Now, that feels good," Layn raised his head, looking at the monsters around him. The time seemed to slow down, but it wasn't the case at all. It was Layn's battle instinct kicking in, a product of one of the many reinforcing spells he was craving to use.