She had been caught off guard by the foolishly double-edged yet deceptive attack; grinning at him as his palm pressed against the material of the rugged leather suit. "Nice work", she'd whisper just before the burst of magicks would break what had become silence.

She wouldn't try and step out of the way, taking the full force of the erupting detonation which blasted the two apart across the arid terrain. the upsurge of energy making for another mild storm of dust and debris; devouring the area in the thick ashes.

She had be blown several yards back, and met a harsh impact into dirt. The clouds slowly began to split up. Once again revealing the battlefield. Her figure staggered upward cast in darkness; before the earth particles finally split away. Gradually exposing her.

The stomach portion of her suit had been ripped; the white bandage underneath torn to shreds. The skin seemed broken away, as if it had been a false hide, revealing the true pale skin underneath; a scorched smear across the black smog markings that had lied hidden below. Suddenly she'd join her twin blades at their base and twist them in opposing directions to make a loud snap; forming a single dual blade, which she secured in her right grip and held at her side. Extending a few feet in full length, yet still managing to remain quite weightless. The faux tan skin that had once been hers began to flake away into the wind bit by bit. Eyes and hair taking on their natural color as well.

Iris's a crimson red; pupil's spliced like that of a beast; having a certain demonic look in them. Now fully uncovered, the smog-like scars had expanded up across her lower back; disappearing under the remnants of the suits top; re-emerging out of the neck portion and crawling up to her mid cheeks; where they pointed like daggers. Hair black as night. The floating sheet of ice had re-settled itself around her form. She had a free hand now..

"That was pretty good Hakker, but the funs just begun.." through her talking, you could see a small set of fangs were set within her mouth..

"Yahoo!" Haingi yelled right after the orb exlopded, standing up but falling back into the seat behind him after getting hit with a faceful of sand. "Ouch." He said, and quickly transformed his katana into his tri-bladed shikai, Uchiwa. He blew the sand back into the arena and quickly stood up once more. As he did so, he caught only a glimpse of something, but he knew he saw it. Fangs. "What the heck!? Are you a vampire or something!?"

Kyzak smirked at the surprised at the transformation; Both surprised and satisfied. "Hakker's screwed, to point out the obvious.." Kyzak muttered, chugging down a soda.

Hakker grunted painfully as he was sent reeling by the recoil of his attack, his weapon slipping out of his grasp and landing onto the sandy arena ground with a silent thud as he landed on his back fifty feet further then his weapon, a loud "oof" accompanying his contact with the floor. he laid there for a few moments, lifting his burned hand and bringing it his face, running his eyes over the damaged skin to see just how bad it was. He sighed as he realised he wouldn't be able to use magic with that hand anymore during this fight, though he was lucky that his shield was attached to his arm, or he would've lost the ability to defend as well.

He slowly sat up, allowing his hurt hand to rest on the sand, palm up, catching a glimpse of his opponent's transformation, allowing a soft whimper to escape his lips. "Should've aimed higher..." He told himself, stumbling to his feet, his eyes widening as he came to the discovery that his blade was beyond his reach, deciding that he needed to come up with an attack, and quick.

His gaze fell onto the sand, and he nearly smacked himself across the face, a perfect weapon had been at his feet the entire time! He extended his now swordless left hand outwards, a new orb of burgundy forming in his palm. This one, however, detached itself from his hand, beginning to hover about ten inches from his hand, where it began to spin around it's own axis, slowly sucking in a steady stream of sand, which caused the ball to expand more and more as something seemed to form inside of it. "Let the fun begin..."

"Gee.. this might be very intense..." I say, putting my hand over my mouth and holding it there. I was surprised by their skill of combat, and it was satisfying that their might be some... truly good things...

From where she stood; she'd cast out her free hand towards the sheet of ice; stopping it in place from where it was orbiting; leaving it floating in place. "Expand" She'd state; eyes never venturing from her target. The thick sheet would crackle; yet more ridged misshapen ice would stretch out from its corners' though the sheet now thinned as it widened its spectrum and took a rounded, almost shield-like look.

She'd lower her hand now to her waist and slip the handles of 3 throwing knives in between her fingers; which she then tightened like a fist. leaning forward again in her stalking stance; she'd sprint at her prey; booted feet kicking up sand with each fast paced impact; her dual blade held behind her in her left grip, throwing knives held across her chest in her right; she'd begin to strafe side to side as she shot forth; attempting to throw off the accuracy of whatever attack would be thrown at her next. Eyes savage; and thick with an intent to strike; wind flailing her hair. All the while she would begin another chant. a yellow aura enveloping her form as she rushed; a jolt of electricity surging up off her right forearm. Then another, which soon turned into a torrent of thin bolts curling around the flesh; taking a dark violet tint as they lept around her skin as she Hastily approached her foe..

Scott's mouth hangs open in awe.

"These two would mop the floor, no, the whole arena with me!"
He says, taking Kyzak's soda and pouring it out.

So this was the real skill of an MLG Pro, how interesting, I mused silently.

Hakker steeled his nerves as he maneuvered the orb to his front, where it stopped it's expansion, levitating in midair. A nervous smirk threatened to show on his lips as he watched her charge towards him, preparing for the best time to continue his attack. His eye widened as she began a new strafe, deciding that she would have a harder time to switch directions at this point.

A green hue covered his left hand, as he flexed his fingers, allowing his eyes to focus on the orb still levitating before him, as it seemed to slowly fade from existence. He saw his cue to attack come up, pushing his hand into the orb, launching a projectil from it and towards his opponent, the recoil forcing him to take a step back, though the green hue continued to surround his hand.

The projectile resembled a spearhead of solid glass, easily four feet wide and two feet thick as it soared through the air, still glowing from the warmth it had been subjected to while being formed inside the orb. As it passed over his blade, cracks began to form onto the glass, caused by the rapid change of temperature the glass had been subjected to, before completely shattering, sending hundred of tiny glass shards flying towards Nini at high velocity.

"Defend!" She'd shout out as she rushed, the glass shards hastily incoming; her Ice shield positioning itself in front of her which kept its float 1 foot away as she sped forth; it had just saddled in when they hit. Dozens upon dozens upon dozens of shards of differing sizes smashing into the shield; however it was nowhere large enough to take or hold off against them all. Taking the blunt of approximately 60% of the jagged pieces of glass; the shield would soon shatter under their barrage; though its fragments remained in front of her, despite being torn to shreds; about two dozen ice particles still set in the air ,displaced but never leaving where they had been stationed.

The rest of the 40% would variate between near misses, dead on strikes and narrow hits. several zooming past her head and limbs, taking one in her right shoulder directly, causing for a splatter of her blood; which was black and inky, drizzling down from the wound. Another one would find its mark right in her lower left leg, piercing through the rugged leather and into her flesh; almost stumbling in her sprint as it did; though she carried on through the pain, yet another sliced across her left cheek, causing a deep cut across. She was closing in on her prey, her breathing heavied by the deeply engraved wounds, but now.. now she had things just as she had wanted, the barrage was over and now her counter attack could ensue.

"Disperse!" She'd cry out, the fragments of ice would spread in front of her over a wide range of a few meters. "Strike!" She'd follow up, all of them now sent towards her opponent; And just as they'd slice through the wind; she'd leap forward in an elegant twirl, and as she turned; the volts within her forearm would surge into the throwing knives; making for an electromagnetic charge. Just as her body would shift Hakker's way; she would extend her arm at him with fingers stretched. Each of the 3 daggers sped towards him with a trail of sparks, lightning jolts curled around the metal edges.

The force of electricity would knock against her momentum, stopping her midair frontward leap in its tracks, allowing her to drop straight down onto her booted feet, but only a yard away; dual blade brought in front of her, ready to follow up her attack with yet more carnage as she'd begin another chant, the dark coils sliding around her limbs once more, eyes flaring with deep violet light..

(5 days later >.>;; does this mean i win? <.<;)

*OoC: actually, i think he just forgot to post here.

OoC: With no offense intended i think battles to have a limit on time after the initial battle has commenced. After so on time has elapsed, whoever hasnt posted within the time frame loses >.> not that im saying hakker loses. im just saying we would apply some kind of limit, like 7 days

OOC : Hey, gimme a break, I've been to busy and sick to pull some bullet time tricks to get out of this alive... Or maybe you're saying that because you know I'll beat you if we continue, huh!? [/overconfidence]

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Hakker's eyes widened, he hadn't expected this outcome. His mind raced as the shards of ice levitated around the female, realising her next move could just be the last one.. He couldn't get out of the way of the attacks in time, that much was certain. He realised, however, that those ice particles would have a harder time to hit him, his armour was partially metal, while that of his opponent had been all leather.

Then he saw them, the throwing knives. If those would pierce his skin, even a minor electrical charge would completely unable him to fight, so he had to make sure that none of those hit him dead on.. His eyes fell upon his shield, then upon the weakening orb of heat, realising a way to survive this onslaught. With a twitch of his finger, he strengthened the heat within the orb as much as he could, knowing that only the larger pieces of ice would be able to reach his upper body now, and even they would be less dangerous.

The onslaught began, shard after shard of ice flying into him. As he had predicted, those headed for his upper body were mostly incinerated, though the Red Mage had failed to notice the largest shard, which passed through the orb with ease, piercing through his chest, stopped only by his rib cage, knocking the wind out of him, though he did his best to shrug it off and focus on the largest danger.

His lower body, specifically his upper legs, were less lucky. The orb didn't reach so far, so they were unprotected, which was soon made clear as the very first particle zooming past his leg, ripping through his armour, leaving a small cut on the inside, though he failed to notice it. Most of the next particles either crashed into the metal plates or continued to zoom past, leaving tiny cuts, though one hit him dead on, ripping through the tendons of his outer leg, crimson blood flowing freely from the wound as the man bit his tongue in an attempt not to get distracted.

He did his best to block the thrown daggers, holding up his shield in an attempt to stop them. It worked, to an extent, as one of the knives buried itself within the metal shield. He was less lucky with the remaining two, however, as the second flew past his face, leaving a shallow cut on his cheek, as the third missed him completely; though unknown to him, it went straight for the small pool of his own blood that had trickled out of his leg.

OOC: Still think we should set a timer, not just for this but all matches. whose to say an opponent in a match who doesn't want to play anymore or see themself defeated cant just stop posting entirely so it never actually happens? neither of us would do that, but with the other matches currently up, and the growing popularity of these sort of battles; its bound to happen. A rule should be made.

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Shards gone and knives thrown, the third dagger would strike into the blood; releasing a quick charge into the crimson pool that'd surge up to her opponents body for a quick jolt of electricity; none too lethal, but enough to stun him just long enough to finish her chant..

Her body would engulf in shade once more for an instant. Out of her silhouette upon the earthen ground; 3 round shadows would emerge, spreading around the battlefield. Easily they ran over rock and soil without struggle; capable of going up any wall or under any obstacle. They knew only a slight material form, easily destroyed by any average attack and yet seemingly harmless. All 3 simply sped around the area, each approximately with a 3 foot diameter , orbiting Niniva within a 5-10 meter range.

With her dual blade stiff within her fingers; Niniva would engage her adversary. Rushing towards him in the short distance that remained. Blood oozing from her shoulder and lower leg, swift movements only worsening the wounds upon her body. She'd spin herself around whilst beginning to whirl the weapon, making for an almost acrobatic dance. Suddenly stamping down one leg before you, to stop her twist and use the rushing momentum to her advantage with an agile sweep with the back-most blade; following it up with a thrust of that same ridged edge as her free hand went to grip another dagger at her side..A malicious look upon her expression; inky blood slipping down her cheek, grimacing in the rising stinging pain..