The magic swordsmen were clearly high-level mages, each one equipped with greatly enchanted items. Individually, the others could face them, but it would result in a stalemate, and Raze could already tell that the intimidation tactic he had used when he first entered was starting to wear off. The Noble Guild mages were adjusting, and that meant it was down to him to end this before the momentum shifted any further.
"Dark Magus, you are not as powerful as you believe you are!" one of the men at the front shouted. "We, as a unit, will take you down, and pave the way for the new world!"
"Right," Raze answered, his voice calm. "Then I'd like you all to see if you can withstand this."
Raze lifted his foot and slammed it onto the ground.
