Shit, shit, SHIT! was all that was running through Rehtul's head as he continued to run as fast as he could in any direction that wasn't the flaming redhead behind him. Okay, so apparently that weird blood of hers turns her into one of those berserker types that can ignore all pain in pursuit of their prey. Good to know!

Echoes of splashes, cracks, and creaks could be heard behind him, but nary a sound issued from the young woman's mouth as she gave chase to him. He could feel her eyes boring into the back of his head, judging him for his cowardice, his craftiness in using every means available to him to avoid a direct confrontation after first seeing what happened when he pierced her skin. But above that was her sheer persistence, a predator seeking prey that had spotted it and bolted.

He knew she'd have to run out of steam eventually. However, there was a slight problem with that mode of thought. He was a mage. Physical exercise of this particular nature wasn't exactly common to some blue haired git who spent most of his time reading books. The little physical training he had as a soldier wasn't enough to keep him in front of the sheer force of nature behind him. All it would take was a single mistake, a single slip, and he'd be mauled.

A feeling of vertigo overtook Rehtul as he felt gravity take hold of his body. He reached out with a both hands and caught himself in the water, mouth mere centimeters from kissing the muck beneath. The water around him was starting to warm up, likely from the approach of the mad woman. He reached down hastily to take whatever was caught on his foot and toss it to the side. What he pulled up, however, was an extremely finely made bow.

Must be what she dropped earlier, he thought.

Suddenly a spark of inspiration hit him. With his magic, he created a column of ice that pushed against his feet and launched him into the air and away from Felicity. As the warm, rancid air flew past him, he coated his arm in ice made from the water soaking his clothing and used his control over the element to force his hand to pull on the exceptionally tough material the bow's string was made of. He caught the young woman in his sights. From the air and remaining moisture in his clothing and coating his body, a large, bright white arrow took shape.

At the apex of his ascension, Rehtul released the nocked projectile, hoping against hope that the sheer size of it would allow it to punch through that shroud of heat surrounding the girl and either punch straight through her head or lungs.

"Either I win here, or I die," the ice mage said softly before he felt the stinging wet slap of the arena's murky water lash at his back. He lie there for a few moments, willing to simply let this parting shot be the final deciding factor. The only downside he could see to his gambit was the fact that he'd only ever used simple practice bows at the yards of the Ixian Castle. He'd never used something with this kind of punch before. He very well could have overshot it or undershot it. He gripped the solid shape of the bow in his left hand and waited.