There were three things Levin was quite glad for as the wolves launched their eldritch lightning. The first, that he had been quite active in his youth within the castle, never being content to stay cooped up in his room. The second, that he was on sand so diving to the side didn't break his neck. And most importantly, that the wolves were using Thunder based magic rather than Fire, being that his school of magic had, at its core, an intrinsic advantage over Thunder.

Levin skips from side to side, but even one with holy blood couldn't run forever. He pauses at one point to concentrate on his magic, long enough that a strike of lightning almost takes him directly. And though he falls to one knee, in the next moment, the wolves are caught in the middle of a frigid hail and driving snow. ...A blizzard has appeared in the middle of the desert.

"Luca Blight... I mean to challenge you, not your pets." Again, his trick with the wind carries his voice through the storms. "Are you done playing beastmaster?"