[Mana stones? Cheater. Then again, did he expect Solomon to play fair? Akira has no such tools at his disposal, but as a bird takes flight in the hours preceding a natural disaster, Akira feels the air around him disturb and begins his retreat. With his front to Solomon, he advances backwards, faster still when the wind surges around him in a bid to chain him in place. Fat chance.
Akira breaks away and runs, around and away, keeping Solomon ever in his periphery while countering with ground-shaking magic that threatens to buck the man off his feet. It's a counter and nothing more, a measure to buy himself time to grow the distance between them.]
Can it with the lecture! What do you want from me?!
[A willing student? A mound of clay to mold? All Akira can do when his life is on the line and his tools are ineffective is run, run, run, until the opportunity arises to strike back and claim victory. So far, his options have only grown more narrow.]
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Akira breaks away and runs, around and away, keeping Solomon ever in his periphery while countering with ground-shaking magic that threatens to buck the man off his feet. It's a counter and nothing more, a measure to buy himself time to grow the distance between them.]
Can it with the lecture! What do you want from me?!
[A willing student? A mound of clay to mold? All Akira can do when his life is on the line and his tools are ineffective is run, run, run, until the opportunity arises to strike back and claim victory. So far, his options have only grown more narrow.]