Marcus was desperately doing the best he could to avoid being sliced by a blast from the wind mage's wave of attacks while the battle between both living weapons continued.
"Guaaahhhh!!"
He was not doing a good job.
Thanks to the help of the memory of Marceus, the mage had received a massive boost in its power and all of his wind spells were much deadlier than before.
Marcus tried to charge at his opponent with both arms turned into blades, but the mage simply waved his staff that had been fused with Marceus and pushed the lad back with a gale storm.
Marcus couldn't even get close to the mage at this rate, and the more he tried, the more he continued to lose his cool, leading him to be unable to think clearly.
He was thrown against a large rock, that much like the rest of the forest, was also drenched in blue, and felt his shoulder dislocating from the impact.
"Aaaahhhh!!"