"HALT!"
Dove's command cut through the deafening roar of Nico's spells.
[Here comes the classic entitlement…] Nico sighed as he cut the mana flow, snapping the barrage out of existence and leaving a sudden, ringing silence in the clearing.
For Alaric, the end wasn't nearly as graceful.
Alaric almost tripped forward as the relentless pressure of the ice bombardment ceased, and so did the wall.
He didn't consciously lower it; it simply gave out.
As the thick curtain of steam and dust slowly drifted away in the wind, the full extent of the disparity was laid bare for everyone to see.
Nico stood relaxed, his hands still coated in a thin layer of frost, looking as if he had just finished a light warm-up.
He exhaled a final puff of cold mist before the blue glow in his irises faded as he deactivated Ice Reinforcement, returning to his normal state with a casual shrug.
Alaric, on the other hand, was on his hands and knees amidst the rubble.
