Kapitel 88: The Bond-Maker

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Angus hit the ground and the very next second, a magic circle appeared above him, and out of it descended a powerful force of forceful wind aiming to slam and crush him into the ground. 

He rolled out of the way so fast, he seemed to blur. Next came what looked like dark spears condescended with Mana and crackled ever so slightly with energy similar to the Arcane tendrils but not quite the same. 

Believing himself to be faster on his feet compared to down on the ground, Angus got to his feet and began to perform a kind of dance that saw the spears sail right past him to the astonishment of the Warlocks attacking him. 

"That's about enough of that, don't you think?" Angus asked with a confident smile.

It seemed like an innocent attempt at a conversation and yet, his Spellbinding flowed from him in a visible arch that hit the Warlocks and locked them in place as their faces twisted in frustration and annoyance.