Gravel recovered from his shock and saw a faint green glow covering the "Skeleton's" forehead. Blood ran down the man's face, but the mace had failed to break all the way through his skull—
When people were roughly equal in physical strength, False Life was one of the few low-circle spells that could directly toughen the flesh.
"Harder than I am!"
While his opponent was still reeling from the blow, Gravel raised his mace again and brought it crashing down.
But before it could touch him, the "Skeleton" cried out and muttered an unintelligible incantation through his daze.
Just as the mace was about to strike his cheek, thick white mist swallowed his gaunt body. The mace plunged into it and hit nothing.
The mist drifted on the wind, then flashed twenty feet away in an instant.
The "Skeleton" stood well out of reach, howling in pain and gasping for breath. He could not hide his shock.
"What was that power? Guidance? No, it isn't that effective, and you don't look anything like a cleric..."
He had not even realized what had just happened.
That Dwarf Warrior's mace should never have shattered his shield—
Yet the moment that strange song rang out, all the "Skeleton's" composure turned to fear.
"Ah, should I introduce myself?"
Tang Qi raised an eyebrow.
"But explaining all that to a man who's about to die seems like a waste of breath, doesn't it?"
He did not think of himself as one of those villains who gained an advantage, then showed off by revealing how their powers worked.
Still, he really had underestimated Poet's Inspiration.
Unlike other Spellcasters, Poets at low circles had to help their companions indirectly through battlefield-control spells.
New Star, for instance, could do little more than divide the battlefield with his pitifully