The Ammit charges Vesca, unhindered by the tongues of flame rolling off its muscular body. While keeping his eyes on the beast, Vesca hurls himself backwards with a powerful gust of wind, splattering mud and churning the waters.
[Evocation: Wingflap]
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After landing on the soft ground, Vesca takes a second to find his footing, before joining his hands, causing his hair to stand on end. Bolts of lightning leap from Vesca's body as he releases his hands, showering the beast with sparks. Causing it to hiss in pain
[Evocation: Chain Lightning]
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The injuries, however, are merely superficial, as the mud coating the monster's body ground it, drawing the electricity away from its body. Wasting no time, it charges Vesca and swings its powerful claws at the boy, which he deftly rolls away from unscathed.
"Nice form, Mr. Fragaria." A disembodied voice chimes in.
Vesca stands up to punish the Ammit's missed strike, however, he is greeted by its lower jaw hanging open. Before he can react, the Ammit releases a powerful blast of yellow-green fog. When the fog clears, Vesca is laying on the ground, stone dead.
[Necromancy: Rise]
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Opening his eyes once again, Vesca grits his teeth and stares down his foe.
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"Ready to try again?"
Without hesitation, Vesca rushes directly at the creature, who responds in kind. Seconds before collision, Vesca crouches and rolls underneath the Ammit, narrowly evading its razor-sharp claws, though his now tattered shirt was not as lucky. Sliding out from below the monster, Vesca is careful to avoid the beast's muscular tail. The magician raises his hands to his mouth, as though playing an invisible instrument. When he exhales, he releases a stream frigid wind.
[Evocation: Bitter Cold]
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As the chilling blast runs over the Ammit's body, its angry hiss turns into a pained shriek. The layer of water and mud coating the monster's body freezes, encasing portions of its body in frost. The enraged beast swings around to retaliate, causing the ice on its body to shatter, leaving large cracks in the Ammit's thick skin. Though its attacks are relentless, dodging its claws is no longer a challenge for Vesca. It's breath, however, is a different matter, but when the beast's jaws swing open, Vesca acts quickly by clapping his hands together to produce a mighty gust of wind, which not only disperses the gas harmlessly but also splashes mud into the Ammit's eyes.
[Evocation: Wingflap]
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Not giving his foe a moment of reprieve, Vesca again raises his hands to his face and releases a blast of cold air, freezing the mud to its face and evoking another shriek of pain.
[Evocation: Bitter Cold]
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The creature rears up on its hind legs and attempts to use its claws to remove the obstruction from its eyes. After its efforts proved futile, and taking another frigid shock from Vesca, the Ammit begins charging at anything that moves, desperately hoping to kill its assailant. Seeing his opportunity to finish off his weakened opponent, Vesca clasps his frost-encrusted hands. Sparks begin to crackle across the boy's body as his hair stands on end. Unclasping his hands, he raises them over his head, the air around him reaching freezing temperatures.
"Final frost!"
Letting out a thunderous clap above his head, blue arcs of electricity spring from his body. Wherever the bolts strike the blinded Ammit, rime forms on the creature's body, giving it no chance to ground itself. The assault comes so suddenly that the monster has the chance to do little more than contort in pain.
[Expanded Evocation: Chain Lightning + Bitter Cold]
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Vesca sits down on a log to catch his breath. The log shifts, as an unseen weight comes to rest upon it.
"You know, I generally prefer meat fresh, not frozen."
Moments later, Fraxinus reappears next to Vesca on the log. Vesca's mind races between pride at his accomplishment and rage at his mentor's deception, but all he manages to get out is "Can we go home now?"
"Not yet, I'm afraid, but we're certainly one step closer."