Their backs were up against a wall, in all senses of the phrase. Behind them was a sheer cliff, a hundred metre drop onto a rocky outcrop with another enemy waiting (just in case they survived the fall) to finish them off if they jumped.
In front of them was a figure straight out of a nightmare – a dark, demonic aura seemed to surround the giant man. His stance was one of ease, his body language reflecting none of the massive power he had displayed but a few minutes ago as he towered over the battered forms of the two young magi and their pet cat.
He motions with a finger and the blue cat floats up until it hovers at his eye level, he stares at it intently only to lose interest almost immediately and with a flick of his wrist sends the Exceed careening off to the side – out of sight, out of mind.
He turns his attention back to the unconscious forms at his feet and a sadistic smirk slides onto his face. One of the magi, the one of the left – with the pink hair and the muffler – coughs up blood as he slowly comes to. His eyes open a crack and he stares up at the seemingly larger-than-life figure. His deadened limbs betray him when he tries to stand; all he achieves is the twitching of his left hand.
"W-Why?" Is all that the pink-haired teen can manage.
The satanic man narrows his eyes at the fire mage and his hand twitches, slamming the kid's head into the ground with an invisible wave of force and rendering him unconscious for the second time in less than ten minutes. He raises both arms, dark rune-like markings wrapping around his shoulders and continuing along toward his hands as he channels some demonic magic – similar to the type he blasted the two young guild members with earlier. He seems to reconsider something when the markings reach his forearms as he drops them and the building magic fades away.
His eyes take on an evil glint as he remembers a new type of magic that he had stumbled upon earlier that day – a form of magic that bends time and space, Reality Distortion Magic. He points a finger at the male and a spark of what looks like red lightning leaps across the gap between them, leaving a small black magic circle on his chest. He repeats this for the blonde woman, the other mage at his feet, before cracking his neck to either side and closing his eyes. Two large magic circles appear on his flat palms and grins again before taking a deep breath, opening his eyes and slamming his palms together with enough force to crush a boulder into dust.
*WHUMP*
The world seems to come to a halt as the sound of air rushing in to fill the space that the two young magi had occupied only milliseconds ago fills the clearing.
"Goodbye, Little Fairies." His voice, rich and smooth, jolts everything back into action.
