Dhorma raised his fist and brought it down like a meteor. Alcaz dived to get out of his range and the fist cracked the ground where he was a second ago. His heartbeat was going crazy. Dhorma looked at Alcaz and there was a bit of confusion on his face.

He attacked this time with an open palm strike but Alcaz again dodged it easily. He again attacked with a hammer fist but Alcaz dodged again.

"I see... What kind of magic is that? This is the first time I have seen something like this. Is this what Lady Agatha can 'produce'? No wonder his highness wants her in his bed. " Dhorma said with a lewd smile. Alcaz just stood there assessing the situation. Dhorma raised an eyebrow witnessing such a calm response from the kid. Any normal kid would have lashed out hearing such words about his mother.

They both stared down at each other. Alcaz made the first move and dashed toward the big man. Once he was close enough to him he jumped to kick Dhorma's head. Dhorma seeing this just shook his head at the kid's innocence. He tried swatting away his kick with his hand but he was not able to move his hand. It was like something was pulling on it.

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Alcaz conjured an ice knife attached to his foot. His aim was the eye of the advisor. Sensing the threat Dhorma ducked his head quickly. The kick missed by a close margin, but he was now weary of the kid.

"What kind of magic is this? " He said holding his hand. It was not being pulled anymore but he was confused as to how had the kid did it.

Alcaz had been waiting for this opportunity. He was now closer to the men who were holding Agatha. He again conjured an ice projectile and threw it toward the men. The men were in no hurry as it was just an ice projectile they could defend against any day.

One man was carrying Agatha, so the other one came forward to defend them. He raised his shield to stop the projectile but suddenly his whole body slumped against the pressure of something. Dhorma looked at all this with wide eyes. Now that the only defense from projectile had gone it was clearly going to hit..... Agatha?

Dhorma was confused but he quickly stopped on the ground. The ground tremored and cracks began to form on the ground. The rumbling disturbed the balance of the man carrying Agatha and the projectile was now in the direction to hit the man.

The man was a royal guard but he was helpless in this situation. He closed his eyes waiting for his impending death. Everything felt like going in slow motion.

A smile formed on Alcaz's face. Dhorma looked at all this with his eyes opened. The projectile changed its trajectory and was just about to hit Agatha. The smile on Alcaz's face grew bigger and bigger.