27th of Summer, 514 AV
Time: Late Evening
A storm was growing fierce, rocking the trees to and fro as the savage might of Zulrav shook the very ground with his every roar, but it was not just the power of this God that light the sky in crackling electricity. Two figures danced in an entwining battle of power, lightning streaking from fingertips as jagged shards of ice splintered and cracked under the mages terrible might.
Evalin laughed with thrill and exhilaration this day, for she found herself now faced with a match in which she was certain she could win. Surely now, after she practiced so hard, she would best the Familiar. Surely NOW the time had come for her to put that Irylid in his place! Twisting behind a trunk Evalin gathered the res in the palm of her hand,the liquid substance becoming a sphere that slowly spun and rotated, attracting the droplets of water that fell from the sky, growing larger by the tick.
Glancing briefly around the trunk of the tree the nuit only barely avoided the barbed shard of ice that embedded itself in the rough bark where she had been moments before.
You tempt Dira to come for you. The Familiar taunted in a dry tone that would lead many to wonder if it was a taunt at all. But Evalin knew better. She knew this creatures every quirk, his personality, his likes and dislikes. They were as one, a being with two souls connected forever by a bond that would not be broken but by death itself.
Evalin did not bother to answer, but focused instead on the growing ball of water, letting it expand more and more until just a few ticks later it was as big as her chest. Straightening evalin stretched the water by expanding the res at its core, creating a column taller than she was. Then she looked back toward the Familiar, but this time she pushed the water column out instead of her head. She smiled as she saw the ice shards sink into the shifting liquid, still growing larger as it attracted more and more of the falling rain. It was a feeling of triumph that filled the cold heart of the Immortal witch as she expanded the column out, creating a sheet, a wall of water which she quickly ducked behind letting it be a barrier between the Familiar and herself.
Worry you of yourself, and leave my own worries to myself. Evalin said with a smile that was clearly shown through their bond. Dashing forward Evalin molded the water around her, creating a funnel of sorts while using some of the remaining res to freeze the other layer to ice, holding it in place with a few whispered words and just a small amount of res generated within the span of a tick. Further ice shards either were deflected away or broke through the icy coating and were lodged into the watery funnel, quickly being dissolved to reinforce the icy shield itself.
Evalin could feel it. She was growing closer and closer to the level of a Master with this art. Spells that before were nothing but a dream now easily sprang to her fingers. The amounts of res she could produce increased every day, and what she could do was now only limited by her imagination. The elements bent to her will, ice flowed through her veins to attack those who would stand against her. Power. This was power, and it was all Evalin's.
Tsenrika was not one to be so easily outdone, for even as the icy cone came hurtling toward him, hiding his master or so he sensed, he was already gathering his own power around him. Ice began to form in flakes and shards, revolving and twirling around him crafted from water that was captured and frozen even as it fell from the sky. Here, a midst the hail storms and torrents the Familiar knew he was at his most powerful. Ice was his element, and water was naturally his calling. He gathered it all, forming the ice around his left arm, extending, extending, reinforce. Reinforce. Sharpen, sharpen. These words,or rather their intentions, flitted through the Familiar's mind as his spell was crafted, and just as the cone was about to reach him the Familiar charged, jumping and sliding his hip along the ice that was created to deter him, and behind him he drew out the large blade of ice, jagged serrated edges biting deep into the thin coating of ice and cracking it wide as he slid off the edge, the blade shattering in turn and he rolled to a stand once more to face his Master from behind.
Evalin knew the shield was compromised even before it was fully shattered. She felt as Tsenrika slide over her, flowing to catch her back, and even as her spell was sliced in two her next was being summoned to the will of the Witch. The water flowed around her on all sides, passing by her face, through her hair and around limbs, pressing out in thin needles that were quickly frozen solid in a set of icy spikes that rested between Tsenrika and his master. What remained Evalin sent around to surround them both, creating a ring of ice with larger spikes pointing up, directed inward so as to prevent the Familiar's escape.
Turning slowly Evalin was already gathering more res, as she felt Tsenrika was as well. A spark of fire lit between the nuit's hands, and a shimmer of ice in the Familiar's.
"Well played."
Time: Late Evening
A storm was growing fierce, rocking the trees to and fro as the savage might of Zulrav shook the very ground with his every roar, but it was not just the power of this God that light the sky in crackling electricity. Two figures danced in an entwining battle of power, lightning streaking from fingertips as jagged shards of ice splintered and cracked under the mages terrible might.
Evalin laughed with thrill and exhilaration this day, for she found herself now faced with a match in which she was certain she could win. Surely now, after she practiced so hard, she would best the Familiar. Surely NOW the time had come for her to put that Irylid in his place! Twisting behind a trunk Evalin gathered the res in the palm of her hand,the liquid substance becoming a sphere that slowly spun and rotated, attracting the droplets of water that fell from the sky, growing larger by the tick.
Glancing briefly around the trunk of the tree the nuit only barely avoided the barbed shard of ice that embedded itself in the rough bark where she had been moments before.
You tempt Dira to come for you. The Familiar taunted in a dry tone that would lead many to wonder if it was a taunt at all. But Evalin knew better. She knew this creatures every quirk, his personality, his likes and dislikes. They were as one, a being with two souls connected forever by a bond that would not be broken but by death itself.
Evalin did not bother to answer, but focused instead on the growing ball of water, letting it expand more and more until just a few ticks later it was as big as her chest. Straightening evalin stretched the water by expanding the res at its core, creating a column taller than she was. Then she looked back toward the Familiar, but this time she pushed the water column out instead of her head. She smiled as she saw the ice shards sink into the shifting liquid, still growing larger as it attracted more and more of the falling rain. It was a feeling of triumph that filled the cold heart of the Immortal witch as she expanded the column out, creating a sheet, a wall of water which she quickly ducked behind letting it be a barrier between the Familiar and herself.
Worry you of yourself, and leave my own worries to myself. Evalin said with a smile that was clearly shown through their bond. Dashing forward Evalin molded the water around her, creating a funnel of sorts while using some of the remaining res to freeze the other layer to ice, holding it in place with a few whispered words and just a small amount of res generated within the span of a tick. Further ice shards either were deflected away or broke through the icy coating and were lodged into the watery funnel, quickly being dissolved to reinforce the icy shield itself.
Evalin could feel it. She was growing closer and closer to the level of a Master with this art. Spells that before were nothing but a dream now easily sprang to her fingers. The amounts of res she could produce increased every day, and what she could do was now only limited by her imagination. The elements bent to her will, ice flowed through her veins to attack those who would stand against her. Power. This was power, and it was all Evalin's.
Tsenrika was not one to be so easily outdone, for even as the icy cone came hurtling toward him, hiding his master or so he sensed, he was already gathering his own power around him. Ice began to form in flakes and shards, revolving and twirling around him crafted from water that was captured and frozen even as it fell from the sky. Here, a midst the hail storms and torrents the Familiar knew he was at his most powerful. Ice was his element, and water was naturally his calling. He gathered it all, forming the ice around his left arm, extending, extending, reinforce. Reinforce. Sharpen, sharpen. These words,or rather their intentions, flitted through the Familiar's mind as his spell was crafted, and just as the cone was about to reach him the Familiar charged, jumping and sliding his hip along the ice that was created to deter him, and behind him he drew out the large blade of ice, jagged serrated edges biting deep into the thin coating of ice and cracking it wide as he slid off the edge, the blade shattering in turn and he rolled to a stand once more to face his Master from behind.
Evalin knew the shield was compromised even before it was fully shattered. She felt as Tsenrika slide over her, flowing to catch her back, and even as her spell was sliced in two her next was being summoned to the will of the Witch. The water flowed around her on all sides, passing by her face, through her hair and around limbs, pressing out in thin needles that were quickly frozen solid in a set of icy spikes that rested between Tsenrika and his master. What remained Evalin sent around to surround them both, creating a ring of ice with larger spikes pointing up, directed inward so as to prevent the Familiar's escape.
Turning slowly Evalin was already gathering more res, as she felt Tsenrika was as well. A spark of fire lit between the nuit's hands, and a shimmer of ice in the Familiar's.
"Well played."
