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Inara was doing fairly well in the fray, she had managed to maim most of the men who came her way so they wouldn't be able to hurt anyone majorly. She killed only as a last resort....She looked around as she sliced another mans tendons on his thumb.....he wouldn't be able to hold anything properly again...but it was better than dying. She noticed Lady Eleanor struggling...and an enemy was coming up behind her she didn't see! She opened her mouth to warn her, and made to move that way, but a loud exclamation beat her to it.
"PRINCESS, DUCK!"
Her head swiveled just in time to see a flaming dagger- extinguished now- leave Caela's hand and sink into the foe that was about to strike Eleanor. Impressive; so the young lady has magic, interesting. Still, Inara worked her way to the fiery youth.
Caela heard Inara coming before she saw her; Caela was too busy fighting an extremely skilled mage before her. Of course, they knew of my abilities, so they pitch a water mage against me...The young man before her was a water mage....who also seemed to be good at healing himself. Every time she struck him, he healed within a minute. She couldn't get very close, as this man was armed with a very hefty sword, and a scythe. Too long for her to get in close. "Need a hand?" Caela didn't even grace her with a response, just shifted her position slightly to include her.
"All of you, crouch." The voice boomed over the entire arena. Caela and Inara both immediately hit the floor. Unfortunately, the man before them did as well. Storm clouds formed out of thin air, and lightning flashed. Caela and Inara stood hesitantly, both shocked at the number who had fallen. Han Young had collapsed...but the young water mage had survived...
Inara was the first to start the fray with the young witch beside her. She was surprised by the sense of raw power ebbing and flowing from Caela, she was indeed quite powerful. Inara and Caela were circling the young man before them, where she too noticed the unique abilities the man before them had.She smirked at the irony, fire and water. Inara swooped in and blocked the sword with her blade, and jumped over the scythe he aimed at her legs. She swiped her blade to meet his...but the scythe would be the problem. Caela saw her chance and took it. While the opponent was focused on Inara, she charged. Her flames wrapped around the scythe, and it quickly became too hot for him to hold even with his water trying to douse the flame that just kept coming.
Water immediately surged from his free hand to consume Caela. Choking on the constant flow of water Caela tried desperately to stop it with her flame, but it just made the water start to heat. The water was covering all her airways, and she couldn't breathe....she dropped her blades and clawed at her face, trying to get a breath...
Inara watched in horror as the water started to overwhelm the fiery Caela, and pressed her attack again. She had to break his concentration on the magic...but he was good. He countered all her attacks, but the water kept on flowing and circling the witch. She ducked under his blade once more, and stabbed forward. She felt her blade slide between the plates of his armor and sink into flesh. The man stiffened, concentration lost. Immediately, the water fell and Caela gasped for breath. Damn it. She knelt as she tried to catch her breath and grabbed her blades. She was angry. More than angry. Her eyes glowed more fiercely than before, and she surged forwards. This was a dead man walking. She whispered her trigger warning, and the flames billowed from her daggers and covered the man's face, swirling downward in a fiery tornado. Inara stared in shock as the man screamed in pain and dropped his blade. She quickly ended his pain and shoved her blade through his throat, and he fell to the ground.
Caela, dripping wet, showed no remorse for what she had done. "Thank you." Were the only words she spoke before turning to head to Aurel, who was bound to need help after his mentor fell. Inara headed that way as well, this would end much more quickly if they worked together. Caela was first to reach him, and nodded at him. Inara walked up to him and met his eyes. "You okay, Aurel? You need to focus, or you'll get yourself killed." She toned as she got into position again, ready to fight whomever came their way.
Caela eyed Inara as she so easily walked up to the prince and advise him. She also got into position, ready for a fight. [/dash]
Inara was doing fairly well in the fray, she had managed to maim most of the men who came her way so they wouldn't be able to hurt anyone majorly. She killed only as a last resort....She looked around as she sliced another mans tendons on his thumb.....he wouldn't be able to hold anything properly again...but it was better than dying. She noticed Lady Eleanor struggling...and an enemy was coming up behind her she didn't see! She opened her mouth to warn her, and made to move that way, but a loud exclamation beat her to it.
"PRINCESS, DUCK!"
Her head swiveled just in time to see a flaming dagger- extinguished now- leave Caela's hand and sink into the foe that was about to strike Eleanor. Impressive; so the young lady has magic, interesting. Still, Inara worked her way to the fiery youth.
Caela heard Inara coming before she saw her; Caela was too busy fighting an extremely skilled mage before her. Of course, they knew of my abilities, so they pitch a water mage against me...The young man before her was a water mage....who also seemed to be good at healing himself. Every time she struck him, he healed within a minute. She couldn't get very close, as this man was armed with a very hefty sword, and a scythe. Too long for her to get in close. "Need a hand?" Caela didn't even grace her with a response, just shifted her position slightly to include her.
"All of you, crouch." The voice boomed over the entire arena. Caela and Inara both immediately hit the floor. Unfortunately, the man before them did as well. Storm clouds formed out of thin air, and lightning flashed. Caela and Inara stood hesitantly, both shocked at the number who had fallen. Han Young had collapsed...but the young water mage had survived...
Inara was the first to start the fray with the young witch beside her. She was surprised by the sense of raw power ebbing and flowing from Caela, she was indeed quite powerful. Inara and Caela were circling the young man before them, where she too noticed the unique abilities the man before them had.She smirked at the irony, fire and water. Inara swooped in and blocked the sword with her blade, and jumped over the scythe he aimed at her legs. She swiped her blade to meet his...but the scythe would be the problem. Caela saw her chance and took it. While the opponent was focused on Inara, she charged. Her flames wrapped around the scythe, and it quickly became too hot for him to hold even with his water trying to douse the flame that just kept coming.
Water immediately surged from his free hand to consume Caela. Choking on the constant flow of water Caela tried desperately to stop it with her flame, but it just made the water start to heat. The water was covering all her airways, and she couldn't breathe....she dropped her blades and clawed at her face, trying to get a breath...
Inara watched in horror as the water started to overwhelm the fiery Caela, and pressed her attack again. She had to break his concentration on the magic...but he was good. He countered all her attacks, but the water kept on flowing and circling the witch. She ducked under his blade once more, and stabbed forward. She felt her blade slide between the plates of his armor and sink into flesh. The man stiffened, concentration lost. Immediately, the water fell and Caela gasped for breath. Damn it. She knelt as she tried to catch her breath and grabbed her blades. She was angry. More than angry. Her eyes glowed more fiercely than before, and she surged forwards. This was a dead man walking. She whispered her trigger warning, and the flames billowed from her daggers and covered the man's face, swirling downward in a fiery tornado. Inara stared in shock as the man screamed in pain and dropped his blade. She quickly ended his pain and shoved her blade through his throat, and he fell to the ground.
Caela, dripping wet, showed no remorse for what she had done. "Thank you." Were the only words she spoke before turning to head to Aurel, who was bound to need help after his mentor fell. Inara headed that way as well, this would end much more quickly if they worked together. Caela was first to reach him, and nodded at him. Inara walked up to him and met his eyes. "You okay, Aurel? You need to focus, or you'll get yourself killed." She toned as she got into position again, ready to fight whomever came their way.
Caela eyed Inara as she so easily walked up to the prince and advise him. She also got into position, ready for a fight. [/dash]