Her violet eyes burned as she stared the man down, waiting for him to make a move. She didn't care who they sent for her, nor how many. She wasn't going back to that place.
His eyes stared back at hers, sparkling with delight. He had obviously been waiting for this. He motioned with his hand, and great chunks of ice lifted up around him, sprouting jagged spikes all over them. Pointing at her, they sailed through the air at great speed.
The Witch waved her hand almost in a dismissive gesture, and the winds intensified around her, making the projectiles disintegrate against the force of them. "Pathetic," she said, before thrusting her arms towards him. The windstorm blew debris (along with the bodies of the men who had attacked them initially) through the air as it slammed into him like an oncoming train. He held his ground, trying to resist the force, but within seconds he was blown backwards, smashing through the plexiglass barrier behind him.
She lighted on the ground, not wanting to waste any more of her stamina by riding the wind. She waited for him to move again, if he would move again. Suddenly, he charged through the stands towards her, screaming as electricity surged across his large frame before he extended both arms at her, sending the energy at her. He may not have been as skilled, but he was strong. However, Thelassa was faster, and summoned bolts of her own that sprang from her hands to meet his. The two electrical surges collided in a blinding flash. Thelassa blinked the afterimage from her field of vision, still locked in a standoff with her opponent. It would ultimately come down to who could overpower the other, which, under normal circumstances, she would have won with ease.
"I must end zhis quickly," she thought. She amplified her energy output and gained a little ground against him, until he managed to focus and do the same. They each began to push their limits, creating progressively more intense electricity. Lights around the stadium began to glow, then dim, fluctuating in response to the electrical field that was growing larger and more powerful. The monitors in the scoreboard overhead flickered on and off.
She wavered for a moment before regaining her footing. She started to believe she wouldn't last much longer, and some part of her mind hoped that Blaze and Frost would be finished doing... whatever it was they were supposed to do with the pod soon. The lights overhead flared and there were loud pops as some of the bulbs exploded.
Thelassa gasped. There was a sudden piercing pain that ran from her back to her chest. It was cold, yet in burned and stung at the same time. She felt her power draining. It all happened so fast. She looked down and saw a spear of ice sticking out of the right side of her chest.. "B.... Bastard," she said, barely above a whisper. She had been too drained to feel the ice forming behind her. In the meantime, her enemy had amped up his power in an attempt to overpower her and finish her off. He was laughing.
"No," she said, struggling the feeling of light-headedness. "I am not.... dying... alone. I... I vill.... I VILL TAKE YOU TO HELL VITH ME!" Screaming with a mix of rage and pain, she gave everything she had left, the arcing bolts from her arms turning from blue to white as the voltage rocketed up. The scoreboard above exploded as the remaining lights around the arena detonated, showering everything below with glass and sparks.
The building shook from the thunderclap as Thelassa's attack overpowered her opponent's, blasting him into the air and knocking him into the far wall at the highest level of seating. He was splayed out for a few seconds as the electricity continued to course through him, but was able to shakily get to his feet. He took a few steps into the hallway, looking for an exit, and lumbered toward the stairs that would lead him out. He had no choice but to withdraw for now.
Thelassa remained standing after it was over. Her arms dropped to her sides, her eyes glazed and unfocused. In the last few seconds before she lost consciousness, she felt troubled by this man. That feeling of familiarity was still there. She didn't know why, but it disturbed her greatly. "W...Who...?" was all she could say before her body gave out and she collapsed to the floor.
His eyes stared back at hers, sparkling with delight. He had obviously been waiting for this. He motioned with his hand, and great chunks of ice lifted up around him, sprouting jagged spikes all over them. Pointing at her, they sailed through the air at great speed.
The Witch waved her hand almost in a dismissive gesture, and the winds intensified around her, making the projectiles disintegrate against the force of them. "Pathetic," she said, before thrusting her arms towards him. The windstorm blew debris (along with the bodies of the men who had attacked them initially) through the air as it slammed into him like an oncoming train. He held his ground, trying to resist the force, but within seconds he was blown backwards, smashing through the plexiglass barrier behind him.
She lighted on the ground, not wanting to waste any more of her stamina by riding the wind. She waited for him to move again, if he would move again. Suddenly, he charged through the stands towards her, screaming as electricity surged across his large frame before he extended both arms at her, sending the energy at her. He may not have been as skilled, but he was strong. However, Thelassa was faster, and summoned bolts of her own that sprang from her hands to meet his. The two electrical surges collided in a blinding flash. Thelassa blinked the afterimage from her field of vision, still locked in a standoff with her opponent. It would ultimately come down to who could overpower the other, which, under normal circumstances, she would have won with ease.
"I must end zhis quickly," she thought. She amplified her energy output and gained a little ground against him, until he managed to focus and do the same. They each began to push their limits, creating progressively more intense electricity. Lights around the stadium began to glow, then dim, fluctuating in response to the electrical field that was growing larger and more powerful. The monitors in the scoreboard overhead flickered on and off.
She wavered for a moment before regaining her footing. She started to believe she wouldn't last much longer, and some part of her mind hoped that Blaze and Frost would be finished doing... whatever it was they were supposed to do with the pod soon. The lights overhead flared and there were loud pops as some of the bulbs exploded.
Thelassa gasped. There was a sudden piercing pain that ran from her back to her chest. It was cold, yet in burned and stung at the same time. She felt her power draining. It all happened so fast. She looked down and saw a spear of ice sticking out of the right side of her chest.. "B.... Bastard," she said, barely above a whisper. She had been too drained to feel the ice forming behind her. In the meantime, her enemy had amped up his power in an attempt to overpower her and finish her off. He was laughing.
"No," she said, struggling the feeling of light-headedness. "I am not.... dying... alone. I... I vill.... I VILL TAKE YOU TO HELL VITH ME!" Screaming with a mix of rage and pain, she gave everything she had left, the arcing bolts from her arms turning from blue to white as the voltage rocketed up. The scoreboard above exploded as the remaining lights around the arena detonated, showering everything below with glass and sparks.
The building shook from the thunderclap as Thelassa's attack overpowered her opponent's, blasting him into the air and knocking him into the far wall at the highest level of seating. He was splayed out for a few seconds as the electricity continued to course through him, but was able to shakily get to his feet. He took a few steps into the hallway, looking for an exit, and lumbered toward the stairs that would lead him out. He had no choice but to withdraw for now.
Thelassa remained standing after it was over. Her arms dropped to her sides, her eyes glazed and unfocused. In the last few seconds before she lost consciousness, she felt troubled by this man. That feeling of familiarity was still there. She didn't know why, but it disturbed her greatly. "W...Who...?" was all she could say before her body gave out and she collapsed to the floor.
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