Metz was beaten in close quarters, his enemy moving too quickly even for him as he committed to his grapple and stab. While his left was relatively unperturbed due to the denseness of his bones, his right hand took a vicious strike and he almost released his knife in alarm, holding onto it through sheer willpower. Dust was already starting to gather again in his peripheral, so he knew he had to do something quick and tried to draw his knife back into play, before his opponent suddenly span back and disappeared. His hand was aching and sending out pulses of pain, possibly suffering from a fracture, but not sufficient to stop the battle-hardened Mage as he caught the blur of movement and turned to follow his enemy’s speedy retreat.

“Are you fucking kidding me.” Metz laughed, looking down at the circle beneath his enemy’s feet as he unwittingly ran straight into it to retrieve his sword. He activated the circle the moment he turned, not his entire body but his neck, and was lucky it was there because he couldn’t match the speed with which his foe drew his sword. Fortunately for him, Khazna had ran right into the middle of it, leaving escape a difficult prospect.

The rock immediately rose up on every sides of Khazna in order to trap him in its confines, while simultaneously spiked stones pierced through the sides of the rock into the middle, trapping the man in a column of death. It could only reach eight feet in height but the top closed over with more spikes stabbing downwards, essentially leaving no space untouched within the rock. The rock moved at a cool 200 meters per second, and with surprise evidently on his side as his enemy had somehow not noticed the rocky circle when running to retrieve his sword, this time he may actually catch his nimble foe.