He could feel that floating fucker coming down like a comet right towards him.

The festering spew of angry profanity did not let up, as his peripheral vision caught the bright flash of light as the twisted levitating man cast a spell and swept through his comrades with it, before starting another.

He continued his dance, and whirled into arm's reach, reached out, and snatched the floating spellbook angrily, before shoving it down his belt, opposite the kukri, then brought the (Woefully inadequate for the task) flagpole to bear against the man's head, feeling it careen off his barrier, before he felt the magic in the spell grip him again.

His vision blurred and his voice became deep and resonant, as he intoned another set of quatrains:

"[color=7bcdc8]Exchange of blows from mages dive; Frenzied bodies-- invictus strive-- A wall of light- no strikes arrive.[/color]"

A momentary pang of fear rippled through him, as he felt the magic cloying inside his intrails, drawing the last gasps of magic out of him, then pulling on his very vitality instead. The thought he had bitten off more than he could chew assailed him, and he felt his steps start to falter, before more thoughts and feelings replaced them-- a sense of dutiful resolution that even if this spell turned him into a corpse, if it took this fucker out with him, it would be a perfectly fine trade. The next wave of forced incantation hit him...

"[color=7bcdc8]Lightning crashes-- The duelists vie-- Whirlwind throws the mage on high-- Tossed between the Earth and Sky.[/color]"

His guts wrenched, and he felt sick as his breath caught in his chest as it tightened against the force of the spell, but his body continued against his volition, moving with a mind of its own as he whirled and danced with the unseen gale, exchanging places with it as it intersected Asevor, then suddenly roared into a cyclone, sending the man right back up where he came from with vengeance, rain and hailstones going right up behind him.

As soon as the breath returned to his lungs, the festering spew of angry profanity resumed, this time a little wheezy and hoarse.

"[color=7bcdc8]GET THE FUCK OFF ME, YA SONOVABITCH![/color]"