Wits and sorcery while two opponents light the sky white than red,
Bruising, breaking, falling,
His foe made it cold while standing still and let out the force lower than sound,
The ground split apart sounding like falling redwoods,
He realizes it is opening towards him and lifts himself using lightwind ,
with the element of surprise he hopes to carry down his staff and strike his opponent for a defiance,
just as he is landing his staff makes contact with his rival,
and his enemy turns to dust and falls into a pile, while merlin settles,
he begins checking his attire, while smoke drifts around his feet,
another priceless victory for him to pride.