Deep Battles

"Now I see you," The deep heavy voice of Ezriel sounded but the man whom he had finally spotted was not the least bit impressed.

"Are you sure, I could be a clone," Kail shrugged but the next instant, there was a surprise on his face as a huge blade sliced through his body.

"That was fast" Kail said, the cut which ran from his head down releasing nothing but mana, the sliced clone popping a second later.

"For all that transformation, this is quite disappointing."

After declaring that he would go all out, Ezriel who had shed his armour to cover himself in scales once more donned it but unlike before where it had simply appeared and then disappeared off his skin, this time was different.

Widening his stance on the ground, a flood of mana so thick that it became visible had burst out of Ezriel and then while drowned in that mana, liquid mana began spreading over his body, cooling and hardening into a rough dark stone-like armour.