“Hah, cute.” Metz muttered, immediately holstering his pistol and dropping low to one knee in one motion as the dust cleared. The action set him at eye-level with the tallest of spikes, but more importantly it braced him to the ground as he drew both palms up in the direction of his rapidly flailing enemy twelve meters ahead of his new position. This was going to be one hell of a bang.

He unleashed the lightning bolt from both hands, sliding backwards a few feet even with his precautionary measures. The noise was impressive, shattering its way through an assortment of rocky spikes as it spat towards his enemy in a tri-fork of lightning, his magic left a trail of devastation as rock was hewn and shot at his foe like bullets. Not only did he have to contend with three streaks of lightning about half a foot apart but the mess of rock and debris that came with them, threatening to pierce and maim in every direction. The centre fork was dead centre, the left may hit an arm and the right likewise, but it was the tops of the rocky spikes that shattered and spat towards him that posed the real threat. It was a cloud of debris not unlike a shotgun blast that came with the bolt of lightning. 

“Deflect that, dumbass.” Metz spat vehemently, picking himself off the floor and weaving a new spell as a precautionary measure, an Earth Circle.