Ciskel casually slinged the three metal balls in the direction of the group of wizards.
As they flew they changed from "virtually weightless" to "freight train" and two of the orbs hit their mark.
The two wizards were knocked back, accompanied by the sound of snapping ribs.
The third ball missed his target as it's intended target seemed to have some form of superhuman speed magic.
That wizard jumped and assaulted Ciskel from above with curved daggers. But he was pulled to the ground mid-jump as his daggers suddenly became too heavy to bear.
This caused him to land in a kneeling position, which was punished by a kick to the face from Ciskel.
Two other wizards stood back and threw beams of acid and lightning in Ciskel's way. Ciskel moonjumped up, then pinned the two casters to the ground by turning their clothes into heavy shackles.

Ciskel landed and looked up at the man at the side who didn't seem to take action yet.
He seemed to be inspecting him, creeped him out a little.
"I assume that was enough of a show that you can tell what kind of magic I am using? Are you going to tell me what kind of special little snowflake you two are?"

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Algon opened a communication line whispering in Jared's ear.
"Looks like all of them are holding back for now, don't piss them off and it might stay that way. If you can kill or knock unconscious before they realize they should take us serious: That would be preferable. Oh and if you can arrange one of your little birds to fly over to Antos's personal little vendetta I'd be so happy. I would love to see that fight."