Leveling up as a Battle Mage
Finrod was just a young elf when the suns of Melos darkened and an evil entity appeared, bestowing a system upon its inhabitants. With it came hordes of creatures that were out for blood. It was either fight and level up or die, and Finrod is far from giving up. Equipping the Battle Mage class, he fights through hordes of gnarly creatures, hoping to survive the new apocalyptic landscape. [WSA 2024 Entry] Reviews, powerstones and engagements will be appreciated, thanks for reading.
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He threw out his hands, his right releasing powerful flames and his left releasing a light torrent of wind that fed the flames making them even more powerful.
The flames spread across the greenery and under a minute, they were all sent ablaze and they burned away.
Finrod stood confidently smirking at his opponent who wore an ugly frown.
"Come at me." Neska declared.
Finrod took on running, coming for the Funari excitedly. He closed the gap between them and thrusted forward his right arm for a punch to his gut.
Neska stopped the blow with his hand, he then squeezed Finrod's fist causing him to wince in discomfort and slight pain. He glared at the Funari and then jumped, slamming his head on the Funari's face.
"Oou!" He staggered backwards, releasing his hold on Finrod's fist. He clenched his nose, it had been broken.