The fog solidified to make a fifteen-foot-tall rock warrior with a sword, the mage in the center. The eyes of the warrior came alive with a green glow, and he swung his sword at the martial artist.
The martial artist jumped backward as the massive sword hit the ground just in front of him. He landed and was about to go for a counter, but the stone warrior already had his palm stretched out.
It began firing rocks at the martial artist. The martial artist dodged as best as he could, but a large rock slammed into his chest and sent him flying through the air.
"The mage will lose," Violet said.
"How did you come to that conclusion?" Seth asked.
"The mage is already badly injured. Right now, his mind is filled with so much pain that staying conscious is already a big issue.
And then there is the massive blood loss, which is another issue that will make him go unconscious in some minutes.