Not one to be trifled with, Terrin rose to his feet, the elven power now burning fiercely inside of him. Starfire thought himself better than him! He would not stand for this, not if he was Samlie himself. Snarling viciously, Terrin whipped his swords in the air in a strange pattern, and his form became blurry against the night sky. He left the ground so fast that it looked as though he had simply disappeared. Starfire whirled around, ready for him to be behind him for an attack, but instead felt his legs shoot out from under himself. He fell to the ground on his stomach, and was about to rise, when he felt hot white pain stab into his leg. He yelled in agony, and lay on the soft grass, panting.

A foot stepped in front of his face, as Starfire felt blood begin to pour from the stab wound that Terrin had inflicted. Starfire tried to reach back for the hole in his leg to see the extent of it, but instead, he saw a hand reach down for his. He took it with reverence, and was pulled to his feet. He stumbled on his injured leg, but Terrin caught him. Exceptionally embarassed, he yanked away from the fourteen year old elf, and surveyed him coldly. So, the boy still had some fire left in him? Be it with a hole in his leg, it did not matter. He would fight Terrin as hard as he could. Starfire still did not intend to kill him, and neither did Terrin, but both knew that this duel was starting to go up a notch. Stabs, slices, head hits...it was going to be quite a show to behold. Terrin knew this was not over. He crouched down, and suddenly without warning charged a ball of fire in his hand, releasing it before Starfire could see it. As the ball flew toward the air however, Starfire slammed it with one of his blades. The magic ball flew back over Terrin's head, and hit a tree, burning a sizzling hole right in the center of the trunk.

Both elves charged each other, swords at the ready...