The man cloaked in feathers was cut apart instantly, having tried to block with a hidden dagger just for it to break into pieces and for him to get snatched up by not one but two tentacles, one carrying the upper half, the other the lower, already starting to press them together as he was being carried upwards as Leyk keenly noticed, recalling Imor through motion, holding him in his hand and readying for the true clash.
Leyk waited a bit, about fifty scribes still rushing at him, the only ones staying back being Kome and those that were healing him as well as some mages casting longer spells, mostly all wielding longer staffs that were designed to carry such magic out, be it that wild magic did not require such a thing normally, just circle magic and similar, such as audial magic, as many others, even demonic magic supposedly was stronger like that.
As they got closer 'she' was looking forward to slaying them all, as they were a hundred feet away she could hear cries of war that 'she' knew would be soon to seize entirely, as 'she' saw them as only fifty feet away she could feel the ground trembling, some of the sand literally starting to float from the collective energy of fifty scribes, those hundred or-so that chose not to participate hiding away at the edges of the arena, only to have to deal with 'her' later on instead.
The warp step, this he had already figured out before even taking the trial of motion, was best used in close proximity, it was used to interchange positions and dominate the battlefield against many, and today he wanted to really test that out.
After the closest of the people, a crying women with weirdly long legs and a prosthetic arm seemingly powered by some kind of magical clock with thirteen stops for the parts instead of twelve, he called forth both the velocity of his earring, feeling the world slow down significantly, the steps do them all changing from a stampeded to mere walking, as if inside a city where many people were jogging as silently as they could, the falling sand form above raining down he hadn't even noticed before was finally there, visible.
Imor now a smaller blade, barely as long as his forearm but sharp as always he appeared behind the woman, moving rather slowly from his won perspective, feeling as if time had slowed down even more for his mind than his body, be it that it wasn't time that had slowed down, it was him that had accelerated, his personal mind and reactions, everything about him, perhaps even aging if he weren't able to stop that with many ways he had learned by now.
He put the dagger-like weapon onto the neck of the girl he just noticed to be rather pale with unkempt oily strands of blonde hair, bringing it through her body, letting it fall down and turning around in less than a fracture of a second, the very reason he had thought of this thing as almost invincible.
Seeing the others not even reacting yet, only some of the stronger ones reacting he began, calling forth the invisible force that was accelerated to the same degree as he was, the power of the force being largely reliant on his own abilities without it, something he found rather interesting, though he also estimated it would grow more refined as he did, this just being the beginning of the entire journey.
A wave went through the coming people, not really all that powerful, evading one after the other, going for what was behind the army that now seemed as slow as snails to Leyk who had always been quite a bit faster than them, just never truly seen it, only the eyes of tyrants still capable of following him, and out of those only the few that had learned to acclimate their own perception, though one singular formless was also capable of doing such, they just weren't all that well-known for now.
Meanwhile, as the slowly moving force made it's way for the mages casting a mean spell Leyk would rather not experience, he took a step to the side, seeing a silver blade with edges all around itself, making it rather useless in Leyk's, an artificers, opinion, at least as long as it was not enchanted or special in some way, him instantly throwing a straight punch to the burly man with a full beard, odd nose, one black tooth, the rest being yellowish, wore an eyepatch and reminded him of some kind of pirate from a novel.
The pirate flew away, hitting another person, the stomach in which he had been punched with the force of a dozen trains, Leyk's own masterpiece, infused with the tiniest, most miniscule bit of intent, just enough to make it not kill him, the intent not to kill, the wave of motion finally crashing into those at the end of the battlefield as Leyk warped once more, now standing behind another person and hitting them into the side of their head with the flat side of his hand, watching the resulting explosion-like reaction of the skill.
A spike of sand flew into the air, the mages quickly being picked up by tentacles that were now moving rather slowly, still armoured in iron, still made mainly of cracked magma, the very magic of Lawrence, still not hurting those touched due to said Lawrence's sheer skill, that was what Leyk realized as he killed another, and another and another and another, using motion, starting to utilize even overload to some degree, frying some of the most unlucky ones, starting to use flame magic as he had once used against the demon of the skies, feeling his mana burn over as he expelled it through the thin hole atop the wand, those hit with the now reddish flames that burned atop the spilled blood for the most part, perhaps a part of him now being a vampire, quickly being snatched up.
This went on until, out of the fifty primary attackers, only two male healers and Kome who had finally gotten up once more, buffed by everyone till stood besides him, once half a hundred, now two, looking respectful, despairing, and yet interested as well.
The people in the stands seemed not terrified either, rather they were more confused than anything else.