Ziann felt the wind knocked out of him as the big guy in the other corner of the ring slammed a big icy fist of magic into his stomach. Ziann's magic was weak to Frost-type magic, so this mage had been walking all over him during this fight. The Wind-Make Mage struggled to form a Buckler of Wind against his arm to protect against the next assault. "Wind Make: Buckler!" With his typical stance of ring finger pressed against his palm, Ziann slid his right hand down his left arm to form the Wind shield. His opponent just laughed. "That again? I told you before, that just won't work against my Magic."
To explain how Ziann got in this predicament, one had to go back a few hours...
It started with the job from Big Bro Akabo that had him tracking down Tom the gambler that had unpaid debts. During that request, Ziann had tripped into a Manic mood that hadn't gone away in four days. He struggled to sleep, he twitched with anxiety, and he felt himself lash out at the smallest annoyances. Feeling like he had more energy than he needed, he tried to blow off some steam with a jog. That just hyped him up more, unfortunately, and he found himself itching for a fight. Something to knock him out of this mood he was in. Finding a fight club in the Crimson Quarter of Hosenka, Ziann walked in and signed up for the next Mage tournament so he could practice his magic at the same time as he could blow off the steam of his Manic mood.
The first mage he went up against was a big, burly guy with Frost magic. The icy fists he created and manipulated freely were strong, capable of blocking high amounts of damage while dealing plenty also. It didn't help that Ziann's Wind magic didn't hit as hard against the ice fists, leaving him in a bind as the other guy could hit more times with one spell than Ziann could. The ice mage just taunted him as he formed his shield to block the fists.
"That's not going to work against me..."
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