The Ultra Rem

Michael's closed eyes narrowed as he felt the massive fireball raging in his direction. The attack was powerful in its own right and covered a large range, a good tactic to minimize the chances of an opponent dodging.

But to someone like him, such attacks were less than useless.

With a single pulse of his power, the fireball dissipated in an instant. On instinct, he leapt back just in time for a blade of wind to carve out a large groove where he had previously stood. The moment he landed, he ducked low to avoid the second blade of wind that threatened to decapitate him and swiveled his head to lock on the position of his opponent. Light footsteps tapped softly on the ground as his attacker circled round him to find a better angle of attack.