Round 2 - E1Alpha vs Earth Weaver (J - Kris)

[E1Alpha]

Kaelahna kept her stature solid and unmoving, her line of sight lined up perfectly with her gun as she could hear the sand and dirt move and churn as the sand started to settle, being relieved she didn't stay in the dustcloud and that she left her sword behind as a distraction. Her breath was quiet, but increased in speed, adrenaline rushing through her veins as she was still not aware of her opponent's true potential.
As the dust finally laid to rest and the fay appeared in her sights, she kept her gun aimed at him, her finger ready on the trigger, but she held back her fire, smirking as his words flew across the sand and ringed in her ears.
After a second of silence, she responded, attempting to mask her rapid breathing as much as possible, speaking in a somewhat flattery, yet taunting tone.

"Such a laugh... It almost sounds tempting. But I've learned that one who relies mainly on magic can not fight fair. It merely proves that they are cowards, who need additional abilities to save their own, worthless butts. I dislike your kind, and any other magically based kind, including even my own. I am a warrior. If you say you want to fight me like a true warrior. Refrain from your magic and fight me like you have some guts!" Her voice rose as she was speaking, yet her body barely even moved. "Prove to me you have guts. Prove to me you don't need pitiful magic to defeat me. Or get out of my sights!"

At that last line, she pulled the trigger, which resulted in her magical rifle to launch an engraved bullet by magical propulsion, letting it cut through the air at soaring speed. The bullet however, didn't seem to be aimed for the fay's head, as its course dropped slightly, the magic around it pulsing stronger as the bullet neared the elf, before it exploded into a viscious and blinding flash right in front of the fay.
As the bullet was fired, Kaelahna kept her gaze down to not be blinded by her own shot, her gun reforming to its compact size, wherafter she slung it onto her belt once more, rushing across the sandy surface to grasp her mace and blade once more, dropping back into a kneeled position, bringing her weapons up in a defensive manner, crossing them in front of her as she turned to face the fay to assess what damage her shot did.

She would not give him a chance to retaliate however, as she would charge forward again if the shot would have succesfully incapacitated the fay for just a few seconds. Running as fast as she can without slipping across the loose sand, she leapt up to gaze down at the fay, before flying down towards him, moving her body in a counter clockwise spinning motion, attempting to hit him with her mace at first to break his guard, before following up with a rapid slash from her blade to try and abuse the opening her first attack would have made if it struck.

[Kris]

=Heads up=

Earth Weaver has been granted an extension until monday.

[Earth Weaver]

He smelled the tinge of smoke when the colorful bullet spiraled through the air. Jumping back as the bullet landed in the ground sand curled up in a spiral flash. After the immediate silence of the bullet landing, he turned to his side to see Kaelahna charging and leaping into the air again to strike him. He readied himself with his right arm over his left and strong shields formed around them. They glowed or shimmered strangely fast in the moonlight. As she came down with her mace, Izuriel turned sideways to catch the dragon's cheek and it slid down his left spinning shield. He braced himself for the sword with his right arm turned upward to cross with the blade. It slammed into his arm and forced his shield like thick rubber into his arm. The shield burnt his skin and grunt escaped him. Pressing against the pain, he forced the shield out and protruded another downward to prevent an attack from the mace below. For a moment, they were in a stalemate, locked into each other; two shields protecting from two weapons. The same two weapons aching to attack the source behind their enemy's defenses.
"Flashing lights, growing toys and glittering swords are magic too, da'ling." he scoffed and looked up at her, towering over him. "Oh well," He smiled an eerie, white grin, "after all, without the glimmering eyes and the gross ears, you're a perfect, meaty human." He cackled and kicked off with his back leg and jolted up in the air but landed on his toes a few feet from her. He launched forward, drew his dagger while his nicked hand pulled a clod of plain muddy dirt from a pocket on the breast of his shirt.
"I'l irt hramal t'y Riyema," he whispered, there is always life in Earth. Between his fingers a bright orange glow escaped, tiny squirming vines wrapped around his knuckles and small spikes leaped from the splits in his fingers. A strange noise emitted from his hand and soon disappeared while he hid the ball of light behind him. He sent his black dagger through the air, its flight was skewed by his control and eventually found itself aimed at her chin.

[E1Alpha]

Kaelahna snarled menacingly, her eyes burning with lust, a lust for battle, something that was very uncommon to elves, but it was inside her, very clearly. As the sounds of her weapons grinding against the enchanted shields filled the air, his words echoed in her ears, but she payed no heed to them, safe for one sentence. Being called something even close to a human ignited a burning fury inside her, her lust now replaced with rage. She no longer wanted to just win this match, no, she wanted to utterly destroy the pesky little fay for the insult. The words repeated themselves inside her head as she was forced to take a step back when the fay launched himself off. Her teasing and flirty voice was gone now as she yelled out in spite and anger: "You will regret the day you were born for that, you insolent bug!"

She gripped her weapons tighter, as they ignited into fire once more, this time however, the fire was burning furiously, like an uncontrollable inferno, directly channeling her emotions. She saw her opponent pulled out a dagger as he charged forward towards her. Her eyes locked onto her opponent's, as she noticed him grabbing something from the pocket on his chest, yet she was not aware what it was.
She just held herself ready, before she dropped herself backwards, having the thrown blade soar through the air above her now, before using the force of her drop to roll over backwards, landing on her knees, staring up at her opponent, yet her eyes glide over to the sky momentarily, smirking as a plan formulated in her head. For now, she just crossed her weapons in front of her and played defensive.

[Earth Weaver]

She flipped and landed in a defensive position just as the dagger passed over her. Izuriel riveted his control and the dagger fell far yards behind his opponent. He kicked sand up when he stopped dead in his tracks, staring at her several yards away. His skin started to change to a vivid forest green just as the sun started to yawn, but only barely. Day was about to find itself again and his body felt the edge of the moon's energy breaking. Soon I'll have sunlight and be out of these silly colors, he thought, Those weapons, so tricky, if only they weren't so big. Lists of spells and charms began to run through his mind he could cast, that is, if he was allowed the special materials, but he proved to be too magical for too many weapons. He went through his allowed abilities in the arena.

He shook his head and smiled, I am the forest, and I will destroy fire. He felt the ancient energy he was drawing from the old dirt now. The muddy hunk of earth was very easily thousands of years old and very, very full of life for Izuriel to sap. He was quiet, still shifting between hues in the dark twilight and listening to the sand fall around him.

"I can see what you're planning, and it won' work," he scoffed, "You're silly. Acting like you have a plan. . . We both know that doesn't mean you can execute it. At least, not if it's given to you like it is now." He brandished a white whip in his right hand with his left still bent behind his back. "Now, silly mortal, thing, I may seem like a bug to you," he laughed as he played with the whip, stinging at her but never too close. It curled in a large arch over his head towards the dark sky as he lifted his arm. "But my world is far more endless than yours. Believe me, you will never understand what it truly means to be far from human."

He swung his vine covered arm around as if it were heavy and the whip followed his free hand. The whip was short and wide at first and appeared quite hard, like a stinger. As he spun faster, the whip extended but still straight. Using Kaelahna's bright, burning weapons; his momentum increased and a thick twister of sand lifted around him. Izuriel fluttered and twisted the sand up around him with his wings and their casings fluttering loudly. Then he stopped. A large, cold, solid, icy blast emitted from the center of the cloud of sand towards Kaelahna. He stood with one knee on the ground and his vine covered hand was now enormous with crawling green vines and purple leafs. Izuriel held it like a loaded canon using his free hand that had shot the bolt of ice.

The plants that engulfed his arm formed into a large indigo orchid with a large fire-cracker pink spike in the heart instead of stalks of pollen. The petals were jagged and the large leafs that spurted out the sides with it were spiked and hung heavy as they swayed in the wind. He'd lost Kaelahna when he unleashed the blast, but she wouldn't be hard to find. After all, there was nothing in the arena but the two of them.

[Kris]

The silence was intimidating, the kind of which you expect just before the arrival of a great storm. And whoever that could feel it, was sure to know it draw near...

The mystical night was replaced with a sun burning day, without any clouds to ease the terrible heat, the rays of light strong and bright, a perfect terrible omen, a herald to announce the coming of great waves of winds which were filled with sands and haze.

And with these strong raging currents the battle continued, the sand dancing in the air, filling their surroundings and making it further difficult to fight...

[E1Alpha]

Kaelahna felt the pressure. The battle was raging afull, and she was going to have to step it up if she wanted any chance to beat down her opponent. As the rays of sun appeared at the horizon, their heat turning the arena into a sauna within seconds and the vicious winds came forth, blowing up sand and dust alike, ravaging across the battlefield, Kaelahna held her focus. She has been in worse situations. She had faced worse enviroments. She was intent not to back down to this opponent, as she had done to nobody. She would fight, or she would fall.
She heard her opponent moving, speaking, his voice reached her ears, even though it was no longer a pure sound through the interference of the winds that plagued their battleground.
The heat of the sun seemed to not affect Kaelahna all that much, as she was used to unbearable heat from her times in the arid lands she dwelled during her own exile.
Her weapons however, seemed to benefit from the heat. The fiery spirits inside them relishing into the heat.

Through the raging winds, she could notice an irregular movement of sand. It did not take her long to realise this was her opponent, preparing himself for another strike, as his words echoed in her head over and over again, she stood up, forcing herself to stand up to the viscious winds, yet staying slightly crouched to provide herself with the support to remain standing. She called out over the winds, not knowing wether her voice would reach her opponent's ears. "Atleast I have the courage of looking my opponent in the eye would striking at him. Atleast I do not cower behind spells. You may be superior over me with your foul tricks and spells, but I shall not let you disgrace my honor!"
With those words, she rushed forward through the winds, feeling them beat into her, aswell as the sand, yet she was determined not to surrender. She would see this through, no matter the cost.

The change in color in the storm was noticable, and she rapidly identified the projectile heading for her. A solid chunk of ice, soared right at her. Her first instincts told her to dodge, but her body disobeyed. During her charge, she prepared her feet to grip onto the loose soil, before she launched herself upwards, seeing the icey chunk move below her. For a split second, she phased out in mid-air, not even realising what was happening, before she gritted her teeth and prepared herself.
With the cover of the raging storm, she planted her boots down on the ice and launched herself straight up so that she would not slip on it. Launching herself upwards even further, the heat that had gathering in her weapons earlier came forth. Facing the twister of sand and dust in front of her, she could lock onto the colors of the fay, that differed him from the sand: The green of the forest.

Without hesitation, she forced her body to turn rapidly, draconic roars echoing from her mace, and her cries sounded over it. "Buuurn!" Right at those words, a ball of blazing heat launched forth from the mace, the fiery projectile cutting through the storm, hoping its velocity would be enough to either blast right through the twister, or to get caught in it and spread out through the twisted sand, which would cause it to create a reaction with the sand, and form a prison of thick glass from heating up the sand.

[Earth Weaver]

Izuriel sinks into the sand, vines and all, to withdraw from the match.

[Kris]

Earth Weaver the time for you to post has passed.

E1Alpha wins this battle.

Your next battle with Empress of Fire will be set soon enough.