saw his apprentice with his arm stretched out in front of him and runes around his wrist. The elf lay on the floor behind the dragon and slowly lifted himself up holding his back. On the other side, two bastards were trying to lift a third, and the wizard was preparing for another attack.
The blacksmith bumped into Bleist from behind and was about to move on when Darius grabbed him by the arm and before he could shout for him to leave he pointed to the scene taking place and let him know not to interfere. The mage was curious to see what would happen next and what his apprentice would do. He could not hide from himself that he hardly believed what he was seeing. A boy who barely a dozen days ago discovered his magical abilities is creating spells by himself without even knowing the basics of magic. He realised that he was bursting with pride and feeling that he himself needed to start working harder on his own abilities in order to be a good master for Draco. At the same time, he whispered a shield spell, not wanting anything to happen to the dragon.
In the next moment, a veritable hail of projectiles rained down on the shield. Darius recognised one of the battle spells used in the army, but the shield did not move at all, and Draco must have strengthened it even more, because it lit up more strongly than before. After a moment, the dragon closed his eyes and Bleist was already about to cast his own spell, but he noticed that the shield had not weakened and was still stable. He furrowed his brow wondering what his apprentice was trying to do. Just then, a runic circle appeared in front of the boy's hand, ignited with a golden hue and a projectile shot towards his opponent. Darius was shocked, he didn't know what to think.
The projectile cut through the golden shield and reached its target piercing the attacker's protection, hitting him in the shoulder and throwing him into the frame
