Dark Magus Returns

?Eston was overflowing with power; he had been in his breakthrough form for a while now, and it was expanding out even further to the point where all the sand next to him had been pushed to the side, creating mounds.

The other mages, knowing how much power Eston had, decided to move away from what was occurring. They were still keeping an eye on the Crimson Crane members.

Most of the Crimson Crane were together, with Reno and Tilon apart from the rest but staying close, and Alba, who had been in confrontation with one of the squad leaders before, now both of them looking at the fight that was about to take place.

Amir even took this opportunity to move over to the side where the other Crimson Crane members were, but he didn't run away or escape; instead, he was staring at the center, for the outcome of what was about to take place.

The mages themselves were casting spells, readying to protect themselves from the outspill of the fight that was about to occur. While the Crimson Crane members, if they tried to run turning their back, they were more likely to get hit and hurt.

Eston took a second look at the person in front of him, gazing his eyes up and down. He could tell he was young, and in the world of magic, it meant a person didn't have much time to study things.

"Dark Magic, a magic that only has one purpose, destruction, there are no other uses than to destroy things. Well, let's see how well your magic can do against this!" Eston shouted.

A large vortex of wind came twirling out from his hand and went straight for Raze. Using his Pagna footwork, Raze tried to avoid it. The large vortex had missed him, but the others watching knew that wasn't the end.

'No!' Amir thought. 'Your Pagna skills are still that of a stage 6. If he was able to catch me with his magic, then he will be able to catch you as well.'

What Amir thought was true; the vortex twisted like a snake and went straight ahead, hitting Raze from behind and lifting him up in the air.

Right in front of him, Raze could see that there were several swords made out of wind as well. They came down from the sky ready to pierce him, to which Raze swung his arm in the air.

"Dark Linger."

The Dark Magic lingered in the air, forming a type of barrier, but the strong wind magic still pierced through. They had grown smaller in size and lost a lot of their power, but they continued.

When they went and touched Raze's body though, his magic blazer had reacted, blocking the attacks with a barrier.

Quickly, Raze spun his body toward the vortex, and then readied his hand; now he was using wind magic of his own. He used his fist as he punched down, breaking the vortex sending him to the ground, but right after that, several wind slashes were hitting him from the side all over.

The attacks were strong, hitting his body again and again. A strange sound would be made as the barrier of his blazer was activating, stopping most of the magic, but there was next to nothing he could do.

"It looks like I was right; my magic is stronger than yours. You might have been impressive earlier, using your martial art skills along with your magic, but it seems that only helps you look good when all of the mages are considerably lower in magic power than you," Eston explained. He split his hands apart, and now two large swords made of his wind magic appeared behind him.

The blades were crossing themselves like an X. Not wasting any time, Eston swung his arms, and the attacks were coming towards him.

Quickly, Raze used two of the descending steps as he flipped in the air, and then pushed himself forward while doing so; he thrust both of his hands forward.

"Dark Cannon!"

A constant beam hit the wind blades. They were stopped meters away from hitting Raze, and the wind power was wearing away as the Dark Magic was breaking it down, but at the same time, the Dark Cannon was being pushed back.

It continued to be pushed back until Raze knew he was going to be hit. He had to move his hands and cover himself with a cross. The wind blades crashed into his body, breaking.

When they did, all of the broken parts of the wind swords started to move as if magnetized to Raze's body, and hit him all over. The barrier from his blazer was unable to block all of these hits.

They were getting cut up, and so was Raze's body. He was getting hit one after the other. Placing both of his hands on the ground while being cut on his face, on his hands, Raze had encased himself in ice.

In doing so, the rest of the attacks had hit the ice surrounding his body and had broken apart. The attack had stopped, but Raze was clearly hurt all over from the attack.

"Haha, it seems that you know lots of different types of magic and are quite knowledgeable with a large amount of spells as well," Eston said, surprised. "For someone so young, you certainly are talented."

"It makes me wonder, why would you go ahead and learn Dark Magic of all things? You should know as well, if one wants to get stronger quicker, it's more important that they specialize in one type of magic."

"Knowing so many, and so little about them, is useless in battle."

Raze steadied his fist and started to look around the place. He was searching for something, and Alba could see this.

"I never thought that I could beat you with just magic. Like you said, I'm just a 4-star mage, and you are a 6-star mage using your breakthrough power. Why would I ever think I could beat you with magic?" Raze said.

"I am not like who I was in the past; my specialty is no longer magic. During my time here, I have learned many things!" Wind blew the sword that was on the ground.

It was the lightning-enchanted sword that had been used earlier in the fight. Raze had lost some swords during his fight with Feebie; they had been broken, so he didn't have many left that he could use.

But he needed a sword because the strongest skills in his arsenal were sword techniques.

"Oh… what's this, are you a magic swordsman? Is that your specialty? Well, very interesting," Eston said, lifting his hands up; once again, ten blades made of wind had appeared behind him.