OoC:
Themesong. Hehe.
IC:
Blitz knew Kenjin could heal himself—it was one of his original abilities as the Goddesses’ blessed one. It would be difficult to bring the mage down, especially since Blitz lacked such healing properties.
Then again, Celestials could create matter from nothing. Shouldn’t I be able to heal? Yes, he should, but that would require practice. A Celestial’s infinite abilities were overwhelming to him due to his ascension’s suddenness. Kenjin, on the other hand, knew his abilities inside-out and could probably explain them on a molecular level.
“So I’m at a disadvantage, aren’t I?” said Blitz more to himself than Kenjin, smiling wider.
The mage’s expression was calm, though clearly smiling on the inside. “So it would seem.” He frowned at the ‘bop’ of a shoe landing on his head and brushed it aside.
“No problem. I love a challenge. Watch this!”
Supernova’s swath was too fast for even their eyes to track. A backlash of wind slammed against the ground, kicking up dust and shoes. Kenjin arched an eyebrow as the shockwave of debris swept toward him, completely obscuring the enemy in its wake. He easily danced aside and, for an encore, dealt a resolute slash to the wave, dispelling it instantly. “Come now, Wielder of the Sword, when will you start living up to your title?” But then his mouth fell open.
“I can do it, too,” came a whisper in his ear.
The wooden sword rose to guard, but instead of ringing blades, Kenjin heard a boot slam into his back, shoving him off balance. To the mage’s surprise, there was no follow-up, giving him time to whip around.
“Over here,” breathed another whisper.
Anticipating this, Kenjin folded away his avatar. From his unreachable vantage, he saw it: a dark-red shadow so faint that it hardly seemed
there at all.
“I can see you, Kenjin!” Blitz heckled, tracking his opponent’s invisible movements with slightly-more-than-figurative eyes. Colored lights swirled around his body, in fact composing him. Experience alone allowed him to distinguish one cache of element from another, but Kenjin’s elemental composition was unmistakably dense, easily discernible from their surroundings. “Oh, and by the way…I
hate being tickled.” Supernova’s tip arced ferociously several times, flinging a series of shockwaves in Kenjin’s direction.