“Ey, you’re the one pullin’ ou’ a fuckin’ sawd ma’ey.” John swore in response, when someone whips out a sword that turns into a magical air blade you know things aren’t likely to go down too well. “I ain’ done nu’in so I ain’ go’ nu’in t’ reconsider ‘ave I?” He flicked the rocks in his palm up into the air and caught them again.  “Bu’ li’e I said, if you wanna chuck me in the nick you be’a come ge' me.” 

And with that, he slowly reached out to a scattering of stones surrounding the base of the tree. Some were a few inches below the soil, some were small, some were about the size of a fist, and in a short radius around him he gathered them with his power. It took time to establish control of his element, his skills weren’t that refined or well-practiced and he used them rarely. But none the less, after a few seconds he could have a fine mass of rock floating around him, gathering about a kg a second. All the while he watched his enemy, knowing he was giving his own abilities away at about the same rate as him. He had a magic sword, John had floaty rocks, there was a serious language barrier between the two of them, and the sun was setting.

[i]The life I lead.[/i]