Jake started using the enclosed space to his advantage. He jumped between the crates on the storage racks and let out a frenzy of kicks to his opponents as they approached.

("Thankfully these guys aren't too big of a deal.")

He aimed for their heads as he kicked between the crates. Although in terms of strength he was weakest of the group that came into the mine, his kicks still had enough power to knock someone out if he aimed at their skulls.

("I'm not sure if I should be thankful or not, but those keyguys assault has drained so much strength from me, I don't have worry about killing these guys with my kicks.") He had noticed the three men all had a key with string around their necks.

With the space so enclosed only three men out of the multitude present could attack him at a time.

They eventually managed to grab a leg of his but he countered with the other and fell to the ground. The men realised they couldn't underestimate him anymore and jumped on him to begin dog piling.

("I guess I'll have to use it here, though I'll have to make it brief. If those guys in the front figure it out I'll be in trouble.")

Another man jumped to restrain and he decided that was the moment to use it. All the men running towards him either stopped or continued running and tripped which caused the entire collective to trip themselves to the floor. Those that had caused the mess were rubbing their eyes and looked around the room as if they saw something.

("Oh? What's this?")

Sheamus wondered as watched their reactions. It seems something happened to their eyes. Did he use a mace or was this something else.

("But if all he can do is something like that, there's no need to worry.")

Sheamus had gotten tired of waiting and walked over to him.

The two men holding Jake released him and rolled on the floor holding their knees. In Jake's hand was a hammer.

("Who'd think I'd ever use this as a weapon. Well, at least the ones here are down.")

He looked at the men around trying to stand up and behind them was an even larger group waiting in the open.

("I guess they realized how much of a disadvantage it is to come into this space. I honestly might just keep tripping these guys over one another so I can get the whole room covered.")

As he was thinking this he heard something cut the air behind him and jumped into the air.

The men below him were blasted away and it even caught some of those getting back to their feet.

("It's the guy with wind magic!")

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While he was still in the air, another blast was launched and he got struck directly. That blow knocked the wind out Jake and he opened his mouth wide, imitating a snake, trying to get some air back in his lungs.

He grabbed a storage rack and managed not to get sent into the sea of men awaiting him in the open. He turned himself around to get a better visual on his opponent and climbed up the racks to avoid further attacks from his opponent, using the short breath he had taken. As he reached the top another blow blasted him upwards and sent him to the top.

He fell down on his back and used this time to fully catch his breath back.

("On that bright side, his magic is anywhere near as powerful as Elizabeth when she could use hers.")

His chest and his legs were in pain from the man leisurely standing below.

("I think I could do it now, but I'd like to have all three of those ones together before I do it.")

He felt the rack he laid on shift and peeked his head out enough to look below. Sheamus was sending more wind blades into the storage rack and all the men in the area were making their way out.

("He's gonna drop it…")

Jake immediately jumped off and began his next round with Sheamus. Sheamus aimed another wind blade at Jake but he kicked at a crate to dodge and threw his hammer at him.

He instinctively protected his face and the hammer slammed into his arm.

"Fucki-"

His shout was cut short by Jake closing the distance to dropkick his face.

He slid across the floor and clutched his nose.

"You little!"

Jake allowed him no time to recover and rushed over to stomp on his chest.

("It's as I thought, he can only use those attacks with his kicks.")

Sheamus moved his legs up to kick but Jake delivered a kick of his own to change their trajectory.

They hit the storage racks in a futile effort.

("So if you control his legs, this guy isn't that bad.")

As he was about to deliver a blow to his face, a metal ball struck his chest and sent him flying back.

"Is that really the best you had, Sheamus?"

Sheamus quickly got up to feet and used his shirt to wipe the blood running down from his nose.

"Let's end the bastard already."

The bald man shot past the both of them, towards Jake.

"Just be ready to give up your booze for this favor."

As Jake lay on the ground clutching his torso he only had one thought in mind.

("I guess it's time to finally use it.")

He closed his eyes and got ready to use his magic in full.

The man skating towards him slammed into a crate and struggled to his feet to get up.

"Lavern, what the hell are you do-"

Sheamus was suddenly cut off.

"What the hell?"

Sheamus said as he looked around.

His ally looked at him with confusion.

"What's the matter She-"

He stopped as well. The lights had gone out and the only thing he could was black.

"Did he manage to get rid of the lights?" Sheamus asked.

"No, this seems different." He walked around struggling to feel and then several late reactions to the lights going was heard across the room.

"I'll tell you from now, I'm used to fighting in the dark." Jake commented beside the man.

He instantly shot in the direction he heard the voice but heard the pained cries of someone else.

"Gavin you bastard, what's the big idea!?" Sheamus shouted. "Gagghh."

Before he had a chance to respond he heard a sound of pain come from Sheamus.

"S-Sh-Sheamus you bastard, are you alright?"

He focused all his concentration on his hearing and heard a footstep behind him.

"Got you now bastard!"

He fired away but the sounds of pain he heard didn't inspire confidence.

"Boss it's us!" One of them hoarsely shouted in pain.

"(Damnit, are we this helpless in the dark?) One of you bastards must have a torch, how about you fucking use it!"

He felt himself get impatient and nearly had a heart attack when he fell to the floor. He wondered what had caused it and quickly felt a building pain in his knee. He shouted out in pain as he clutched it, wondering how the hell he got so close.

"Sorry to make you wait, it was a bit hard finding my hammer in the dark."

He aimed his hands to shoot again but this was useless.