Here he floated metres above the ground while the wind and snow howled above and around him his first distraction attempt and subsequent attack had failed the beast had somehow managed to shapeshift and avoid both the spiritual chains which lay on the ground for a few seconds before fading out of existence just like the protection charm before it. While his blast missed the target it did however cause a sizeable enough impact that rocked the creature and sent him towards the camp when one of its three heads slammed into the remains crushing the camp further.
The would be sorcerer supreme flew towards the now destroyed camp when the creature hadn't moved for a few moments Michael simply thought it was because of the impact it’s head had made when it collided with the ground he was severely wrong however as he flew closer to the ground he heard a confusing shout “No dissing” it defiantly wasn't the creatures voice it was human, this confused him even further he assumed all the humans had succumb to the cold but a few seemed to have managed to survive. From this distance he couldn't recognise the face but that didn't matter what came next drew his attention in a very different way.
As he continued to descend he heard music getting louder and louder upon landing on the icy ground his jaw hit the floor with shock “Oh....my...f**king....god” This fearsome beast that minutes ago had killed hundreds and froze an entire land was breakdancing...breakdancing what the hell he thought to himself. This young witch had seen a lot in his life and by a lot he’d meant it alien invasions, Atlantis and Hell itself but never in his life did he ever think he’d ever see something so ridiculous or odd ever “Hold on hold this is just too damn good where’s my phone” taking out his phone he snapped a picture of this once in a lifetime event. All of a sudden though he realised what the hell he was doing this way the perfect chance to win this round and advance in the tournament what kind of airhead would take a picture first. Shaking off his stupidity and concentrating on his elemental affinity lighting surged through his body, his hands began to crackle and with an final push and massive blast of lighting propelled its way towards the breakdancing dragon unfortunately as if it already knew he was about to attack his lightning was repelled back at him, it struck his chest and suddenly the witch supreme felt the hot surge of lightning spread through his body throwing him back several feet. Luckily his aura had protected him from any lasting physical damage it still hurt and he was going to feel that for a few days. The blast has burned his clothing leaving a gaping singed hole showing his chest.
When the beast had finally stopped (his rather impressive dancing skills for someone of his size) he stepped back and Michael realised that it had actually challenged him to a dance off. This was absolutely insane, a dance off now determined whether he’d pass on dear god what had he gotten himself into. Stepping onto the ice he’d realised he wouldn't be able to move much the ice while okay for the dragon to work with; it was too slippery for anyone with boots or any kind of footwear. While a lot smaller that the behemoth that stood before him Michael’s vibrant red aura that covered his body made him stand out in a different way. He began to dance, there was no point kidding anyone he couldn't break dance to save his life instead he employed a rather sneaky spell. Magic doesn't have to be verbal the languages and practices of magic are many including body movement as he’d learned this particular summoning spell from an immortal witch he’d met a few years ago.
The sorcerer danced and danced around the ice not break dancing but just moving his body in a certain erratic but somehow fluid way his spell was working however and the ground began to rumble in the local area. His aura began to change it grew dark almost completely black and slowly a creature began to grow behind him rising metre’s the air growing to the size of his opponent. It had a vaguely human shape but it was warped, dark and twisted continuously shifting and altering its form in small but noticeable ways. “I hoped you enjoyed my summoning dance ritual it’s amazing what a little dancing can do for you I’d like to introduce you to Furor the daemon king of madness” his voiced boomed over the land as the summoned daemon let loose a blood curdling screech. Like a puppet master Umbra mentally controlled the creature “Attack” he ordered. The daemon launched towards the dragon at terrific speeds it’s hands morphing into two scythe’s ready to cut the dragon to pieces all the while Umbra focused channelling his power into controlling the creature from the ground and hoping he’d have enough strength to finish this equally tough and worthy opponent.