Elrundir, like Thoracis, was eagerly watching the fight between Dirks and Hikari, but the elf's interest was born from amusement and anticipation while his opponent's was born from concern. Dirks was not in a good position - Hikari had unleashed several of his powerful runes on him, and was now growing to twice his original size. What raw power, the elf thought in a strange mixture of amusement and disgust. If a creature of light can be so impressive, then I shiver to think of the darkness within him. Elrundir was counting down the moments, watching his own fight just as much as he was watching Hikari's, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. This wasn't a battle aimed for victory anymore - it was a battle aimed for awakening such a beautiful darkness!
Just as Elrundir's pincer attack was about to go through, he witnessed Hikari thrust his falchion into the hard stone of the amphitheater, cutting through it like a warm knife through a cube of ice. That, Elrundir immediately realized, was the moment he was waiting for. The weapon was no longer in its master's grasp - that hideous artifact of light that served as a warden for the creature imprisoned within Hikari's very soul. He simply needed a chance, the one moment when Hikari was distracted, and this was it!
In his moment of excitement, Elrundir was hardly even watching when Thoracis shattered his ice shards and avoided Rouge's soul flare. He noted the action, of course, out of the corner of his eye, and grinned slightly. At Thoracis' words, Elrundir merely shook his head. "Not at all, old friend." The elf turned his head towards the debris still floating in the air - rocks and shards of ice from his song-spell that had been broken upon Throacis' anti-magic amulet - and extended his hand. "Not at all."
As soon as his hand was extended, the debris halted in mid-air as though time itself had stopped its ceaseless march. Elrundir lifted his hand upward, and the cloud followed suit, flowing into the air helplessly as his mind gripped and controlled it. The elf extended another hand, this one gripping his mythril staff, and pointed it towards the debris as well. He then twirled his body, separating his arms from each other and causing the cloud to split neatly into two halves, one directed by each arm like inanimate musicians following their graceful conductor.
Elrundir continued to spin, putting himself a respectable distance away from the newly-located Thoracis in a single motion. And his hands did not remain idle in that fluid motion; they continued to conduct the graceful dance of rock-and-ice, separating the clouds and directing them in different directions. A flourish of the elf mage's staff sent one cloud hurtling down upon Thoracis, aimed to distract him if not destroy him. Elrundir realized that his anti-magic amulet would not be able to protect him fully - the rocks, at least, were not conjured by magic, but merely broken up as a result of the spell that he did cast. And even if the amulet prevented Elrundir's telekinesis, that would simply cause the rocks to continue to fall, only this time out of his control.
But it was quickly evident that this was not Elrundir's focus. His eyes were not locked on Thoracis, but on the amphitheater's stage, where Hikari's blade remained entrenched in the hard stone. That hideous weapon continued to shimmer and glow, feeding its master with power. Elrundir would not allow a creature of light to win this battle. Even if he and Hikari lost, he was going to unleash that darkness! The second cloud, which was larger than the first one and guided by his free hand, raced toward the ground and surrounded the blade. Another burst of energy from Elrundir's mind lifted the sword up from the ground, causing it to float right in the center of the orbiting debris. Only then did Elrundir glance for a moment in Thoracis' direction, with his hand still outstretched towards the stage.
"You humans and your desire for glory." A grin came to his face. "No paltry victory can compare to my satisfaction of awakening another soul of shadow."
Turning his head back toward the stage, Elrundir quickly closed his outstretched fingers into a fist, and the rocks and ice rushed in to greet the falchion that hovered between them. All at once they collided with it, crushing it under their bone-shattering force. Almost immediately, Elrundir's ears rang with the beautiful, melodic sound of the black diamond weapon cracking and shattering under the weight of the rocks, the ice, and his own crushing mind. He knew that its light would be extinguished from this world, and that horrible white warrior would be no more, leaving only the hideous, gorgeous darkness lurking deeper within.
"It is time for the Darkness to shine." Elrundir knew that he would not last much longer in this fight, but this was not a battle for victory anymore. In his own way, he had already won.
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