Testing Oneself
The silent elf contorted his back in such a way that he was able to look towards the Dragonheart in the middle of his flip, using his free hand to snap his fingers. In that same instant, emerald mana manifested itself into thorny chains that swept around Emilio.
'Magecraft? Wordless, at that–he's skilled,' Emilio thought.
"I can do that, too," the Dragonheart muttered.
With a flick of his wrist, chains of solidified fire burned into the air, spiraling like a hellish weaving of threads as they pressed against the hunter's emerald bindings. Using his free hand to guide the flaming chains, he wrapped them around the others, tearing them away from himself.
Just as he freed himself from the wrath of the thorny chains, the tip of a blackened blade sailed towards his jugular.
He spun to the side, narrowly avoiding the piercing point of the hunter's weapon. A ticklish sensation ran over his neck, having to question for a second if he was actually injured as he felt his own throat.