When his body was stopped, it truly was stopped. It was something suggestive like Furor's magic, he was stiffer than stone. Which meant various parts of him couldn't move, even if he wanted them to. Such as his hands, and eyes, but thankfully not his heart.

Another thing included in the body parts that were stopped with the priest’s magic was his mouth.

He couldn't say a word while being so close. He couldn't tell him to fuck off nor to fucking kill himself.

The priest regained his movement first and jumped when he witnessed something out of the corner of his eye.

It was another ball of water. The user narrowly avoided Furor and sent back towards the priest.

He slowed it down before it collided with him again, clearly his doing. He landed and ducked before it hit but the annoyances wouldn't end. He turned his attention to two behind him, a woman and a man.

He stopped the woman before her claw reached a hair and wrapped the chain around his hand to block the man's sword.

(“Deciding to take their chances?”)

He began swinging his chain, using all its length as he swung it in the air.

Furor regained his movement and shouted, “Stop you fucking bastard!”

Blood was visible on his tongue.

Like other magics, he controlled how powerful he made his before he fired. Against Tibaut he used about half power. Against this guy, he was going all out. He never had to use his voice at this level of power for so long, even against Elizabeth. When they initially fought, he easily won. And he kept winning until one day she put her body on the line, giving him a slash at her body, for a chance at punching his throat.

Ever since that day, she would rush him down and always manage to reach his neck or punch his mouth before the words came out. He wondered what reminded me of this experience. After all, he was winning, this was nothing like that time. He remembered being confident in his victory after the slash and didn't even see the punch that landed on his throat. He was almost convinced he was going to go mute.

(“Alright this is creepy.”) He thought as he motioned to back away. Why did that memory decide to appear now of all times?

Furor was stopped. It seemed he didn't back away far enough. The sword wielder was stopped. The priest was stopped. But the chain wasn't. He began to motion it upwards when Furor used his magic and the chain caught on the woman in the air. She fell but was still stopped.

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(“I must thank you, you tall idiot. I'm not sure I could have stopped all of them in time. Thankfully I only had to stop you.”)

He didn't know at that moment but the priest was running on fumes. With his battle with Tibaut and his unsuccessful attempt at killing Kevin, he was looking for an opportunity to recuperate. And within an hour this fool showed up. If Furor could control who his magic affected, the fight would have ended here, with either the sword wielder or the woman cutting him down. But he had no such fine control over his magic.

The chain swung around her and wrapped around the three of them excluding the priest in the middle. The chain got smaller and it became more apparent to Furor, that there was a blade at the end.

(“He couldn't have plann-”)

As the chain wrapped around them, where the blade would end up concerned him more and more. When the chain wrapped around them for the final time he finally had an idea of where the blade would hit. He regained control of his body but he ignored the threat before them. He quickly moved his hand in front of the woman's neck and the blade pierced through his hand like butter and stabbing into her neck.

The priest regained his movement first and jumped out of the circle of people around him. The others soon regained their mobility and the tall man by the entrance tried to block the priest.

The priest showed no restraint stopping him and running outside.

Furor wanted to shout but a pink-haired woman stabbing at the priest stopped him.

It was Tina and the priest stopped it with his bare hand, which left him with a shocking surprise.

(“I wanted to get ahead of this but another one has appeared. Considering only that man sounded familiar based on his descriptions, it was only a matter of time until another one he talked about as being powerful would arrive.”)

As he recoiled in pain he realised the blade had a very familiar feel.

(“Heh, it's a purer mithril alloy than my own chain. If that's the case!”)

His mana was powerful enough to imbue in other objects but the rate at which he did so was quite wasteful and inefficient. With Furor’s sword, it took nearly half a minute of struggling to get enough mana into the blade to stop it on command, without it being in range. With the spear blade stuck in his hand combined with what he heard about this pink-haired woman’s strength, she could likely stab him even if he used his magic to stop the blade.

But with a natural mana conductor like Mithril, his effect on it would be much stronger.

Tina showed no worry in her eyes as she moved to stab the priest further. Furor also was at ease. He could tell even from a distance, that she was outside of his range. But the spear stopped, and the priest pulled his hand off the blade. He backed away while Tina struggled to push her blade.

He dumped all the mana he had left into it and it took several seconds for Tina to expel his mana with her own.

She looked up to see him jump into the stairway ahead and disappear into the darkness.

She ran but Furor shouted “Fucking stop!” before she could reach the stairs.