“Not that easy doggy.” Metz murmured in response, holstering his pistol as he continued to weave a bolt, preparing it for release from both hands. It was going to be one hell of a bang.

Metz had no intention of jumping thirty feet off a platform to the ground, even with Mana, because getting back up would be a pain in the ass. He simply finished weaving his spell to its full potential and then ran towards the middle platform, jumping across the divide towards it, trying to get a better angle on his opponent below him. He span in mid-air as he did so, ready to release the bolt immediately if he sighted his foe.