Rolif ran through the forest as quickly as his robe would allow. He had been followed from Havindr by an anonymous team of wizards. Their intentions were unknown, but he was not one to stick around and find out. The path he was following was overgrown by weeds and saplings for the most part, but the difference between the once relatively well kept road and the fully grown trees was enough to navigate through the wilderness. Fornskugur Forest was an ancient wood, once crawling with insects, small wildlife, and some more… unpleasant residents, including trolls, goblins, and if the tales are to be believed, a very large snake. Currently, however, little fauna could be found anywhere in the forest, or for that matter, much of Midgard, after the Wizard Wars had taken their toll on the land. The conflicted mages had constructed tens, if not hundreds of structures throughout the land, referred to by enchanters as 'spawn points' a supposed upgrade to the standard Tuonetian checkpoint design. Regardless of names and originality, the spawn points certainly worked, but at the expense of the forest. They fed off the life force of the animals, using that to revive the wizards continuously until almost all life in the area was extinguished. Now, even years after it's end, animal life in the forest had yet to even begin recovering. As Rolif mused upon the history of the circles, he had the bad luck to trip on one. Under the effects of the Haste magick, he was sent flying a dozen meters, getting back up and dusting himself off. Rolif had stumbled upon yet another arena, and it seemed that it could be his doom. His pursuers stopped, and gathered around him. He counted four in total, far outnumbering him. He was a skilled wizard warrior, one of the best, and one of the few survivors, but during the wars he always made sure to march with another ally, and here, he would not last long. His death inevitable, Rolif could only decide to give them one helluva fight. Quickly, he brought up his staff, distinguished from the classical crescent moon catcher by being accentuated by four spikes, a larger crescent, and a coiled binding piece. He conjured several elements in quick procession, summoning the combination for a beam of fiery death, channeling it in the direction of the foremost wizard, who was walking in his direction. Caught by surprise, the enemy mage was hit for merely a second before one of his allies blocked it with a hasty shield, and the fire was extinguished by a third wizard. The beam ricocheted off the shield at a direct angle, coming back in Rolifs direction. He immediately canceled the beam, and conjured an icy boulder, aimed and released in the direction of the fourth wizard that as of the moment had not cast a spell. He seemed to be the most difficult target, as he immediately raised a defensive rock wall. Rolif was unimpressed, channeling a steam spray that shredded the barrier. charging a storm of pure icicles, releasing them while his allies conjured a crossed beam. Raising a barrier of fiery lightning, Rolif canceled out the icicles and created a dome shield, just as the three wizards combined their steamy lightning lasers of death. The barrier held, but the beam reflected at an angle and did not impact the trio. Teleporting, the fourth wizard channeled a beam of his own around the edge of the shield, penetrating Rolifs defenses. thinking through the pain, Rolif managed to teleport to his left, shooting a healing beam of water into the nexus of the stream cross, Creating an elemental explosion that knocked himself off his feet, and vaporized the three mages. It was their fault for crossing so many streams so close to themselves. He had assumed that his pursuers would at least have known the basic principles of combat against another mage, but they were more inexperienced than he believed. His enemies should have known better than to put mere novices on his trail. Only the fourth wizard remained, who was at that moment drawing his sword, which he enchanted with fire, and swung. Rolif barely managed to bring his blade up in a block, the heat from the blade close to his face. Rolif channeled the element of frost into his sword, counteracting his enemy in an explosive manner, sending both combatants flying. His enemy shrugged off the explosion, having conjured stone armor while airborne. Rolif did not have that advantage, and his staff had been knocked out of his hand. Defenseless, Rolif attempted to run away, but his enemy conjured Haste and had tackled him within moments. Lying pinned down on the forest floor, Rolif had no hope of escape, and spat at his opponent, " Just kill me already, it will save me some pain!" Instead of ending Rolif's life however, the enemy mage got up, and pulled back his hood. Shocked, Rolif exclaimed, " What?! You?!" met by his opponents, " Yeah, me" and a punch to the face.