Suddenly standing in the middle of the mage, the healer, the archer, the person he had now identified as a swordsman, a rough-looking male with a stupidly tiny rapier that would only be useful when stabbing which was not as useful as one would think in this place where stabbing was healed rather easily, he expelled his mana in an attempt to make hit place where people were already running towards to take care of the beautiful girl that seemed to be a great threat akin to a titan.
'He' only expelled a mere tenth of his whole magical volume, having learned how to retract the expanded mana long ago, as long as nobody else was capable of poisoning it with a similar technique which would temporarily neutralize the waving mana in the air, causing a rather powerful explosion in conjunction with the sand that spread outwards like a typhoon, flinging all of the team away, most of them landing in the sand, stopping their movements for a few seconds before getting up, the healer being impaled by a spear that had been thrown at him as he had been in the air, instantly being caught by the spider-like golem that had to be at the very least at the rank of a formless.
To the scribes and few transcribes that hadn't instantly been extinguished he seemed more of a titan than those they had already seen, most of the formless and quite a few of the lords now watching him with loose interest, the one with the crown made of long twigs standing high above, invisible to most, staring intently as well.
A man charged towards him, seven foot tall, wide as a boar, a helmet bestowed with golden tusks perhaps once ripped from the maw of a beast, charging rather slowly if one were to ask Leyk, but he wasn't worried.
He summoned a barrier, thick and powerful, looking as if made of reddish, transparent, old, blood, the man crashing into it and being thrown back, a small trick he had learned related to retraction and repulsion of the magic at the very moment of impact, his smile widening as he manipulated the already concentrated mana, the shield folding up and becoming as thin as a spear, instantly moving towards the still stumbling deer, impaling him after a mere second, staying real as the golem took him away, instantly healing him.
It was kind of ironic, but there were no real restrictions on what magic to use, most of those around realized this, though they were all still at least moderate enough to use treatable magic, just as what Leyk had done just now, simply causing his stomach to be ripped apart, only deadly after a few minutes, or if the acid escaped too slowly, both of which had not happened that quickly and could not happen in all likelihood since he still had the spear conjured.
Leyk was quite proud of himself, watching an archer attack him with a bow and blocking it easily with another barrier, doing the very same thing he had done with the charging man, seeing that the swordsman of the small group had now escaped for good, joining the slowly stopping turmoil that still took place in the middle of the circle, only one person now being defeated every few seconds, less than before but still very fast, a few hundred still left, but only about half of the original from what he was able to tell.
The archer was snapped up by the golem and he changed his attention towards a small girl with small ears, a red cloak covering her entire body, the red hat dropping into her face, signifying that she was, or believed to be, a mage, a circle, one of those Avere had taught him about after gaining apathy, or being cursed with it, however one would call it, one he could sue if he wanted to, he just wasn't good at it.
Creating magic circles is rather simple, the symbols atop it standing for words, mostly consisting of an entirely different alphabet, it is simply your internal thoughts and casting turned into artistic form, a kind of record of your spell for reality, lengthening the time it is able to stay active but costing more mana to evoke, a good trick, but since it took more time to cast he preferred his own skills.
Though he had to admit he was interested in the feather's grace, a flight spell Avere had taught him, and perhaps this would be the perfect time to test it out.
No, he shook his head as the mage finished the circle and shot a wave of powerful greenish flames towards him, ones destined to supposedly burn even the strongest iron, ones that burned until decided by their master that they may stop, ones whose weakness was foreign mana, resulting in him simply moving the mana surrounding him and extinguishing it, causing the little girl, as big as an eleven year old and with a similar face that was most likely deceit as one did not age in this place, to collapse onto her knees.
It would be all but stupid to use a spell you had never tested before in a battle like this, perhaps he would have used a technique related to mana, but not something as complicated as this, that was just a bit too much danger for his tastes, he thought to himself, nodding in silence as he spotted another group of people coming towards him.
There were twelve scribes, all of varying ranks, some with blades, some with wands, one with gauntlets, standing eight foot tall and making him hesitate for a moment as he was perhaps the biggest man he had seen in this entire battle, noting it down as a bit peculiar before using the wand given to him and channelling the authority of motion through it, moving it rapidly upwards, his arm feeling great strain form the combined weight of the twelve, but not too much, bringing it down even more rapidly, using gravity as a help and smashing the twelve onto the ground, no screams heard, just silence and a thud.
He had killed over twenty scribes on his own.
Truly, all eyes, at least the eyes of those around him, were on Leyk, with him finally seeing Kome, due to there being a tornado made of red smoke not all that far away, just a few hundred feet, right in the middle of the clash, the middle that had now all but calmed down completely.
Perhaps he would be enough Leyk thought, not really sure what he was after but instantly calling for his mana that stormed towards him, making a few people fall over as they struggled getting up once more, his next step having him stand right in front of the red tornado that was at least a hundred feet tall and fifty feet wide, a chunky boy, ready to begin the clash anew, a bright smile on his face, 'her' rather long black hair wildly flaying about.