((Really sorry about the delay, just got my internet back. This ends my leave.))

Sorahn stood, not entirely sure of what had just taken place in the past few seconds. All he could see was the torrent of fire rush through area where his opponent had stood and in the next instant he descended upon it.

But his blade met not flesh, but an abandoned sword, glowing red. Instantly his vision was filled with sparks and then finally dust and debris as his black spear crashed into the stone floor with a loud “clack”. The shock of the impact flew up his arms and rattled him, just as his feet connected with the ground. Disoriented and badly shaken, the Ranoan collapsed onto the floor and was showered with dust and tiny bits of stone.

Coughing, he shakily stood, trying to see through the thick cloud of dust that had built up. But his opponent was nowhere to be found. He could make out the orange shape of a sword laying on the floor near him, but not its wielder. His sharp eyes narrowed, trying to make out where Koran had gone. Thankfully, the dust was beginning to thin.

“Heheh... come out, come out.” He said sinisterly as he slowly walked the great hall, scanning the debris for his opponent. His tail swished behind him anxiously. His large ears perked to hear the slightest sound amidst the quiet.

Suddenly he heard it, a soft rustling of debris shifting. Instantly he turned toward the sound: a large pile of rubble near the wall. He slowly made his way toward it, spear at the ready, a large grin growing on his face. “Come out, come out.” He said again, with a hint of maliciousness in his voice.

Then in a flash he leapt over the rubble and swung his spear down where he knew his opponent sat. But a horror washed over him when he heard the “whiff” of his blade meeting nothing but air. His eyes grew wide as he realized he was now vulnerable and had no idea where his opponent was.

Just as the thought crossed his mind he heard a footstep behind him.

Oh no...