Mana Bolt
Jake sat on a small cloud away from the large continent. The bird perched in a tree beside him. He was breathing heavily still from his nearly empty pool of mana and low stamina. Even his health was only at around half.
The cloud elemental was far harder to deal with than he had predicted. Luckily, the hawk had done wonders against it. Its blades of wind had cut off parts of the cloud elemental, with another blast of wind dispersing the cut-off part into nothing.
Even then, it had taken the two of them nearly half an hour before the elemental became unable to regenerate parts of its body and finally died. Or dispersed… or whatever elementals did.
Jake felt pretty damn f*****g useless after the long fight. All he could really do was toss weak bolts of dark mana at the elementa
