Metz leapt into the air; his body alight with mana driving him into overdrive. His opponent was probably still working on the assumption he was of a more mundane speed, and it was probably this that led his opponent to believe he could jump directly underneath him without alerting the mage. His own speed was nothing to scoff at as he easily ran at thrice his ordinary speed, but his opponent was still the faster, so diving across the gap at the same time as him was a mistake. Due to the additional distance he had to cover in order to remain out of his sight Metz caught the flash of movement beneath him. Striking out at him would have been near impossible, but he knew now he was underneath the current platform. The trick was for Metz to avoid showing his hand too quickly, as his opponent effectively cut off his own vision as well. 

However, as he landed he caught sight of what seemed to be his foe beneath the platform, remaining completely stationary. This gave him pause for a period of exactly a second, as he calculated what it likely meant. Everything he had seen of his foe so far had suggested he relied on immense speed, and had some form of Ice magic at his disposal. The answer, he had left behind a very convincing decoy, but his movement beneath him as he jumped had given the game away. Metz span and turned, simultaneous to his enemy climbing up the platform behind him, having no way of knowing Metz himself had turned and could now strike at him.

He was only just lifting himself into position on the other side of the platform, to a position where he could spot Metz and Metz could spot him. Metz had no way of knowing, but he had actually frozen his hands to the platform to make the climb, a minor encumbrance that could cost him as Metz brought his hands together and shot out the bolt. His target wasn’t large, barely an upper-torso and head as the Wolf committed to pulling himself up, in that period of confusion where both had spotted each other simultaneously. However, Metz had amazing aim, and the bolt was one hell of a blast.

Lightning erupted from his hands straight for his foe’s upper torso, likely to completely destroy the section of platform he clung to alongside his upper-body if he got caught in it. Unfortunately, there was a down-side to such power, as Metz felt his body launched backwards, he flew off the platform and through open air, actually landing on the original platform and sliding along it on his back. Such was the force of the bolt, which his opponent now had to contend with.