Sorcerer… Cyborg???

Kothar dispelled the portal just in time, narrowly avoiding being taken out by one of his own spells. If he hadn't had the Spatial Necklace, he would likely be dead.

Sweat beaded on Kothar's forehead, under his mask, as he processed how close he had been to dying due to a stupid mistake.

"Come on then, weakling!" The Imperial Elite slapped his enormous blade against his palm, taunting Kothar. 

Kothar decided to go all out straight away, opening dozens of tiny portals all around him and the Elite, who looked around in amazement. Spatial Mana was uncommon enough, but for someone to be able to cast so quickly was even more rare.

The Elite scoffed at Kothar's many portals, and ignored them, charging forward toward Kothar. But Kothar was prepared now, he opened a portal behind the Leite, opening another under his own feet, closing it as soon as he shot out the other side.

Once he had appeared out the other side, he immediately used his sword to fire off Bolt after Bolt, the many portals giving him endless anglers to attack from, preventing the Elite from blocking all of them.

The Elite held his sword up in front of himself, using the wide flat of the blade to block as many Bolts as possible, but was still struck by multiple bolts.

But he didn't even let out a sigh, and took the Bolt spells in his stride, if Kothar wanted to harm him, he needed to hit far harder.

[Use your Plasma Blade, or you'll have another one of these Elites joining in once they have a chance to gather themselves.] Silane knew that Kothar couldn't use any of his more powerful spells in the midst of this battlefield. Unlike all of his previous fights, where Kothar had mostly been isolated and in a one versus one situation, Kothar would be inviting someone to take him out if he took the time to cast a powerful spell.

This was the reason why Mage Unit's existed, allowing them to stay afar from the main battle and throw their spells from a distance, while defended by an entire unit or far enough to be safe from the battle.

Kothar didn't waste time answering Silane, instead, he sent the converted energy from his Mana Storage Unit to his Plasma Blade in his palm.

The burst of plasma that shot out from his palm flared up in the darkness of the battlefield, drawing glances from all those who weren't locked in combat with an opponent.

Kothar quickly manipulated his Lightning Mana to shape the blade into a glowing plasma sword, a meter and a half in length and about the width of his hand, the blade hissed as the raindrops fell on to it. 

"Fancy looking trick, weakling! But it won't save you from me!" The Elite spat at Kothar, stepping forward and swinging at his head.

Kothar, confident in his Plasma Blade, stepped forward, surprising the Elite by meeting his swing head on, and slashed at the incoming sword with his Plasma Blade.

There was a hiss, as Kothar's Plasma Blade sliced through the Elite's sword, leaving him with a hilt and the molten fragment of a blade.

The Elite was shocked at the loss of his blade, and Kothar's Plasma Blade sliced right into his breastplate, the enchantments glowing for a moment before collapsing as the Plasma sliced clean through the plate and into his torso, cleaving him in half, the smell of burnt flesh filling the air.

The Elite didn't even have a chance to cry out in surprise, and the light faded from his eyes.

Kothar didn't miss a step, and stepped forward again, stepping over the fallen Elite, attacking an Elite wielding a pair of curved daggers who had a Nighthawk on the defensive.

Kothar wasn't one to worry about honor when it came to battle, he knew that there was only one true goal in battle, not honor, not glory, not even the battle itself, but winning. That was the only objective.

Kothar sliced into the Elite from behind, thanks to the fact that he was only using the smallest amount of Lightning Mana to allow the Plasma Blade to hold its shape, the Elite didn't even notice that Kothar was attacking.

Again, Kothar sliced through the Imperial Elite, taking off his arm at the shoulder, the soldier screaming in pain as his arm was cut off. 

The Nighthawk facing him took the opportunity that Kothar created, launching forward with his serrated sword, digging it deep into the Elite's neck, pulling it toward himself to saw his entire head off.

By now, Kothar had already moved onto the next Elite, this time, he attacked one of three Elites who had cornered Docara, stabbing at the back of one who was preparing to swing a mace at Docara.

Docara, looking around for the moment an opportunity appeared to escape the encirclement, was a shocked as the Imperial Elite wheeled the mace when a glowing white blade emerged from his chest, leaving a ring of molten armor and a sizzling hole in his chest as it moved away.

Even the two other Elites stopped attacking Docara for that movement, turning to look at their comrade, who had fallen to his knees.

Behind him stood a demon, with wild black hair emerging from behind a mask, with glaring eyes, all covered in swirling patterns, mouth opened in a vicious snarl, framed by thick purple lips and a twisting scarlet tongue poking out from the mouth.

The demon didn't even pause after slaying their comrade, stepping forward to attack the closest Elite, swinging its glowing white sword at his head.

The Elite, not realizing the threat that the Plasma Blade posed, raised his axes to block crossing them together to receive Kothar's attack.

Kothar's Plasma Blade sliced through the axes, the remaining Elite and Docara watching in confusion. As the Imperial Elite fell, Docara's expression, behind his mask, changed to joy, while the remaining Elite's changed to horror.

A demon had appeared.