Philomel, I -
The cone of light was like nothing she had ever seen. Like neither of them had ever seen. Bursting forth from the body of their mutual enemy, the brightness filled the fading void that was their atmosphere. It was seemingly a physical, bold and harsh attack, one that was catastrophic in its intensity and Philomel found herself having to shield her eyes behind an upraised forearm, still ready in case of attack.
Before her Mr Ubissad had crumpled like a puppet whose strings had been cut, then he had been struggling to gain momentum as he tucked his arms beneath him and heaved. The few metres of rock that had been their dueling platform was now a bed for the injured and agitated, fighting off the massive form of the fiery fox that breathed hot flames down his neck, stcratching claws of burning death. Then the pillar had come - an illumination neither of them could have ever planned for, that struck upwards from the horizontal, almost prone form and shot into Veridian's face with angry hostility.
Philomel! he screamed, and she too felt the pain.
An onslaught of agony that made the head wring as if drugged by a sudden hallucinogenic. Bells clanged in the ears with dischordant melodies, whilst the area before the eyes began to smudge. It was not so much a physical attack as a mental one, causing breath to shorten because of panic and fear. A vigorous stab into the psycology. Quickly, realising that it was effecting her mind also, Veridian closed off his mind. The pain vanished from Philomel's own as the light began to fade, and she saw him take one, then two breaths and his form vanished.
Leaving the human to be lying on the ground, alone. Veridian had teleported through the ground, letting it take him with likely one paw on the solid rock. Then he had appeared behind her, panting in his weakened form as a sword sliced through where his head had been, moments before. The sword of Mr Ubissad. Philomel tensed, feeling the heat of Veridian's flames behind her. With her keen earth sense she knew he was there, barely breathing as he tried to contend with the attack, his flames steadily dying and his form shrinking.
The faun rolled her shoulders, standing between him and their enemy. It was up to her again, she realised.
"Let me do this," she shouted back to her beloved friend. "Let me dance alone."
A grunt was her reply.
Throwing her firey Lover dagger to the side she began to ready herself. Reaching over to her back she began to pull out her second sword - the Rabbit, bold and magical like his source had been. Her heart pounding she began to summon everything she knew that could aid her just now, calling to the magic within her to swim to the surface, calling to the magic in the sword to rise and be hers.
Vines began to sprout from the Rabbit's hilt as she took a solid step forwards, their reason for being imperceptible for now. Blossoming, her form seemed to suddenly enlargen as the sun dipped below the horizon. Shadows loomed, Veridian's form shivered. For, she was determined, she would get her revenge for Veridian's pain.
The faun slammed her hoof hard on the ground, empowered by the strength hidden within the vines of the Rabbit sword. And emboldened her muscles that were seemingly expanding - by truth they were. Her body was growing taller, her shoulders broadening, face becoming longer, filling the gap between human and fox.
Her hoof slammed. Sending a shockwave of energy through the ground, straight at the recovering Mr Ubissad.
Her hoof slammed.
An earthquake to begin the end of this short battle.
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