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Sorce didn't bother looking around. Invisibility or disappearance of any sort meant nothing to him. "Electro Arcana..." he muttered. "Universitas Analyzatus!"

The spell came into being, scanning the area. It was lower powered than what he usually used for research, which could tell you how many subatomic particles there were in a room, so he could maintain it.

Gotcha! he thought as the spell locked on to Harris's life signs, among other things no mage or anyone else usually thought of to conceal, like the presence of DNA molecules and the calcium in their bones. "Saggita Magica! Capturae!"

The spell spread out like a shotgun blast, aiming right for the area Harris was, the magic arrows spread to capture him even if he tried to dodge in any direction, including up...

As fast as Harris was, Sorce was faster. He had to move at the maximum speed of his body; Sorce attacked at the maximum speed of his thoughts. "Saggita Magica! Magic Missile Massacre."

At practically point blank range, there was no way to miss, even if Sorce was doing the casting on his back. Harris and Sorce's field of vision suddenly became very colorful as nigh uncountable Magic Arrows in all colors and elements materialized. The air arrows and some of the ice and dark arrows were set for capture. Others were keyed for cold damage and energy drain and disruption (to mess with the flow of ki, magic, electricity through neurons, etc). Fire, electric, sand, rock were for hitting hard, and gravity was for both containment and damage.

It would be very nice to look at if it wasn't pointed at you from five feet away and coming in from all angles, even the ground...

Sorce groaned as gravity reasserted itself his body, and he fell over hon his back. His helmet was scrolling warnings of how he'd just barely not gotten a concussion, and his lungs were still just realizing they could take in air again.

"Note to self," he muttered. "Redesign the helmet to protect against ALL forms of mental attack."

Stifling the urge to find out what happened to him now (there would still be enough energy residue later on for him to find out), and ignoring the pain in his head, he quickly let out another spell, at the same time kicking himself to his feet. "Refectorius Noctu Paeonia!"

The healing spell had taken effect by the time he hit the ground, even as he cast yet another spell. Since that was how he was playing it... "Opis Sursum!"

Electricity seemed to literally crackle across his body as he felt the spell powering him up. The world seemed to slow was his reaction time and perceptions increased meteorically. He twirled his staff experimentally, hearing the comforting crack of it going faster than sound.

Most martial artists considered it cheating, which was a big laugh for Sorce, since bones made from calcium are NOT strong enough to survive punching through a foot of metal and still be properly assembled afterwards, so who were they kidding? It was no different from them using their ki, or whatever they were calling it this week. Was it his fault he knew how to do it without having to go through the formality of putting his body through pure physical torture?

He took a pose... and swiftly reached into his pouch and started pulling out miscellaneous items faster than even martial artists eyes could see (he had the test videos to prove it, not to mention many bruised test subjects from the Shinmei Ryu). Lead pipes of varying lengths, what appeared to be wooden stakes, barbell weights, dumbbells and a few wooden mallets were merely a few of the things that came out breaking the sound barrier and whatever else they hit. This spell could let him run at 150kph. That meant his throwing speed was simply absurd...

Sorce knew at least one mallet hit Harris in the face...

Sorce knew it was a bad thing that, considering his senses were moving at highly accelerated, Flash-esque, rate, the kick was coming at him a seemingly normal speed.

He barely managed to jump aside, but wasn't fortunate enough to dodge the move completely. The energy shockwave and the physical sonic boom both hit him, quite impolitely ignoring his armor and making him feel like he'd hit the ground from thirty feet with every square inch of skin. No, forty.

Through the readouts of his helmet warning of possible inner ear damage since it barely managed to cut in the aura-dampeners on time, Sorce couldn't help but watch the... attack... continue on, off the stage, gaining in height until it swept safely over the top of the audience stands...

...and tore an unmanned lookout completely off its tower. Kind of like a ragged machete would take the top off a straw dummy. Messily.

He couldn't help but gulp. Just a few milliseconds off...

Sorce, still powered by his spell, considered, turned, and efficiently kicked Harri's supporting leg right in the kneecap. There was the distinctive crack of broken bone, followed by a thud-- several, actually-- as the other guy fell, the remaining centrifugal energy from his kick causing him to spin around and bounce a couple of times. There was a gasp from the audience as blood began to pour...

Sorce took the punch in his body armor, the ki making him feel it even through the padding, and the air sending him skidding until he hit the railing. With a groan, his Opis Sursum spell finally dropped. It was a testament to how well Sorce had designed it that it had managed to hold out for so long.

Anyone else found have gone all "Damn! Now I must use my super technique, which I was saving for a special occasion, like my first date!" and been all emo and super-saijan moaning about it. Sorce however, wasn't the sort to get all dramatic. He merely acknowledged the necessity of using this particular spell.

"Electro Arcana," he intoned quickly as Harris hung in the air. "Nocturna Aetheris!"

The darkness suddenly poured around him, pooling beneath his feet,becoming liquid-like and thick. In the blink of an eye, it poured upwards, encasing Sorce completely in a ten-foot wide sphere. It seemed to have the texture of steel, and frankly radiated with energy to anyone who could feel. The temperature of the area around began to drop as it began to suck up the ambient kinetic of the molecules in the area as well as magical energy.

Thick tentacles of darkness suddenly shot out and separated from the sphere, resolving itself into what a layman could consider a shadow puppet, hovering in the air. It had a blank black face, clad in a dark cloak. It's body was lean, its temperature nonexistent.

The cloak split into thin, narrow, razor-sharp ribbons of shadow energy that flashed towards Harris, wrapping around his limbs and pulling his hands apart. No blood was drawn, but Harris could feel his skin getting colder as the ribbons sucked in warmth. To his surprise and mild horror, it also began to drain away his ki.

The sphere, meanwhile, began to glide around and away from him, towards safer ground...

[The N.A spell is darkness based, and the constructs aren't fooled by illusions, since they sense shadows instead of light (lack of light in your lungs, inside closed mouth, heart, etc.), as well as energy (magic, heat, kinetic, etc.). Theres no escaping with visual illusions, since they can tell if it's real or not.]

Sorce knew better than to trust appearances in a fight. He stay within his sphere, protected, while he let his puppet do the work. The bonds that held Harris thickened, and suddenly the puppet was surrounding Harri's trapping him completely within his own sphere. He could feel the energy being fed to him increase as the darkness covered more surface area.

Drawn off, huh? Sorce thought sarcastically from inside his sphere, directing his construct's movements. And yet still having all this energy to drain? Who does he think he's kidding... Interesting that he's managing to hold some back, but then, it's not like the spells at max. I don't want to kill him...

And he didn't. At max, this spell could draw off someone's life force, soul energy, and practically every over force that makes the body tick.

With the mental equivalent of a flick of his wrist, Sorce threw Harris' sphere as far off the stage as possible and underwater. Already they were starting the countdown. Even if he managed to break out of the energy-draining construct, he doubted the teacher would be able to react in time to make it back to the stage. His body temperature would have dropped to inconvenient levels by them, and there's all that water to fight against...

About ten seconds later, after the count has finished, he released Harris' sphere, letting his slightly blue, shaking body bob up from the slightly iced waters...

"Um, me," Sorce said as he took off his helmet and suppressed the urge to cough water out of his lungs. "You were out of the ring for more than ten seconds, so..."

Note to self: DO SOMETHING ABOUT ILLUSIONS!!!