He wiped the sweat from his face, his previous panic now replaced with smug confidence.
"Ah-ha-ha! You stupid fool!" Zephyr tugged at his clothing just enough to reveal the shimmer of enchanted light armor beneath.
"Did you really think I'd come unprepared?"
Zephyr's laughter grew louder, his arrogance swelling.
Luka, unimpressed, simply shrugged. "Meh, I'll handle it."
He wasn't one for pointless banter during a fight.
And so, without another word, he shot forward again, his speed unhindered.
"You will try… But you will fail!" Zephyr shed his earlier anxiety.
He no longer worried about such attacks and confidently raised his staff once more.
This time, instead of firing directly forward, he unleashed [Fireball] around himself, creating a protective circle of flames.
The fire crackled hungrily, forming a makeshift barrier.
"Have fun getting to me without burning yourself!" Zephyr taunted.
But he wasn't done.
