The sea of grass burnt away to reveal the elf with a maniacal smile on his face. He glared at the Nature Sage and upon their eyes meeting, the sage felt a little chill creep up his spine.
Finrod threw a fist sending a torrent of hot flame at Neska, who stopped the violent force with a large mushroom.
He threw another, then another and then he spun in the air, arching up his leg for an overhead kick sending a blade of fire that split the mushroom guarding the sage into two. The sage was battle hardened however, he had had his own fair share of battles, he dodged the blow with ease moving to the side gracefully and swiftly.
With his senses heightened by mana running through them, Finrod heard the growth of plants beneath him and soon as he did, the ground erupted large green vines that were on to impale him.