The Strongest Outlander

It was utterly unavoidable, an expanding wall of pure lightning energy enclosed on Fai as he rode upon his Roc's back. Lightning magic was known for its swiftness and hard-hitting nature in exchange for a lack of control or utility--however, this spell fought against that very concept. Only a complete mastery over the rampant element could result in such a spell, bending and shifting the form of what refuses to be shaped, turning it into a dome of death--acting as both the ultimate offensive and defense.

Dodging was no longer an option, leaving his only choice to be to counteract the attack with something of his own.

Slamming each of his knuckles together, Fai wore an anxious smile as he was brought face-to-face with the sphere of violet lightning, feeling the stinging air that came with it pelt against his skin.

"Monster. This isn't even great magic...Yet look at it."