Without another word, the swordsman gritted his teeth and lunged forward, thrusting his longsword toward Francis's exposed throat.
But Francis had no intention of surrendering so easily.
Once again, he invoked his gravity magic, attempting to pin the swordsman to the ground with crushing force.
Yet just as he activated the spell, two thick vines suddenly burst out from beneath the earth. That grotesque little goblin had somehow circled behind him and was now launching a sneak attack with a sick grin on his face.
At the same time, the metal-element mage sprang into action. With a swift gesture, he summoned three razor-sharp metallic tridents, which streaked through the air toward Francis like silver bolts of death.
Caught in a pincer assault from all sides, Francis had no choice. Gripping the enchanted apple tightly in his hand, he pushed his body's gravitational state past the threshold of human tolerance—into extreme lightness.
Whoosh!
