([color=f7941d]Darlien Garandinar[/color], Streets of Artis Port, Praelium)

Darlien watched his blast travel ever closer to the Dominus, and get absorbed by a warding spell. He had neglected to learn any more than the basic forms of warding, he could negate weak spells but was unable to do any more than dampen the power of stronger ones. His sword was enchanted though, and with its help, he could block more spells. 

The dominus spoke, their voice less... evil than he expected, though the fact that it was being used to patronize him definitely made Darlien less likely to pay heed to its surprising normality. Then the mage sent out an arc of lightning. Darlien smiled, lightning looked nice and moved fast, but even the weakest warrior with a brain could still block it, all it took was something to ground it or absorb it, and Darlien's sword was just that.

Watching as the lightning closed, he held his blade tight, careful not to touch a metal part. With a cry, he placed the sword into the ground, right in the path of the arc, watching as it entered the blade and visibly sparked as the metal heated, before dispelling into the ground, into nothing. With an offhand swing, he turned himself towards the dominus, his confidence beginning to re-assert itself, but he couldn't get complacent, this was still a dominus, and a powerful mage indeed.

[color=f7941d]"I bet you think I'm some stupid kid,[/color] he snarked. [color=f7941d]"But I'm more than that,
I've learned about the world, I've studied the world and all the laws that hold our planet together, and one of the forces that's the same every time is electricity, you can generate it, you can control it, but it's not your tool, it does what it wants."[/color] He smiled

[color=f7941d]"Like fire, like water, like magic itself. Yes, I still have much to learn, but I am no boy,
I am a man!"[/color] He flicked his sword and flipped forwards. [color=f7941d]"I dare you to prove me wrong!"[/color] He yelled, taking off into a run. He used his magic to manipulate the winds, throwing him into the air towards the dominus. He then twisted through the air, forming a fist as he did.

Magic was hard to use, it was even harder to use more than one element, but Darlien was unique, he could learn how to cast a spell within a few minutes, and it was added to his arsenal with a few hours of further training. He had known other mages who could do similar, but it had taken them far longer than him. And yet he still hadn't surpassed his father, he knew that. It would take him years to reach that level, but he didn't want to wait, he wanted it to happen now, he wanted to be strong, strong enough to defeat an empire, and yet here he was, struggling to beat a single man... how he had failed achieved his goals, perhaps those goals were too far... no, he just wasn't trying hard enough, he was one of the best mages in the world, he could sever a continent with just a little more magic... just a little more... just a little more time, but he wanted it now!

He roared and punched downwards, the ground under him rupturing and practically exploding, sending rocks flying in every direction.