"What the-"

Ashla was lost for words. This full grown, skilled man transformed into a child. A child...

He could teleport, instantly change weapons, summon firebirds, and now he became a kid. What would he do next? Would he summon a rainbow spewing kitten?

Ashla took several steps back, her mind at a blank as she instinctually blocked his unskilled strikes. As the child brought an onslaught of wide, untalented strikes and broken words; she fully came to the fact that she was fighting a little boy. Was this his real form? Was that man just a guise? Was the kid a guise? Ashla's eyes narrowed as she realized she did not even want to fight him anymore.

What do I do?

As she fell back, Felicity shouted in a half amused, half annoyed tone.

"You told me stories of people with lava for blood, races made of coral, and rainbow spewing cats. How are you surprised by this?!"

Ashla growled as she deflected the kid's sloppy attacks, "Maybe you could help me instead of throwing a funeral for your shield!"

As the wind started to pick up, Felicity childishly placed her free hand on her hip, "It's elkan! It's good wood!"

"This is the Citadel!" Ashla's patience was hastily draining, "You'll get it back!"

"Still!" Felicity's shout was muffled by a powerful gust of wind. Between her easy sword blocks, Ashla noticed that in the dunes beyond, grey pillars of cloyd were forming. Was a storm coming? Ashla looked back at the bright eyed, clumsy boy and growled. If it weren't for him being a kid, she would kick him. With her moral code, however, she realized she was unable to lay a finger on him in wrath.

This psychological trick was playing with her mind well.

She needed distince. Easy enough, she pulled her foot up and kicked up a cloud of sand. She used her top speed to advantage, attempting to pull away from the young boy as she started to think.

"FELICITY!" She shouted.

Felicity ran up to her, holding her arming sword in her best defensive stance, "Can't fight a little boy, can you?" Her voice was soft and full of a yet unseen maturity.

As she winced through the blinding sunlight, Ashla looked upon the child. Her face was glazed with gentleness, "How could I?"

OOC: Duffy can go. The sand wasn't necessarily kicked into him, but I'm still nervous. If you want me to edit this please let me know!