Xx Tenkawa xX vs. Fireball

Ok you guys make your intros and start your battle, stay witht he rules and I will get someone to judge in the time being.

Jacqueline coughed sometime after hitting the ground. She had just managed to get through the gate before the death glider had crashed into it. That was the first time she had ever went through a gate jumping. She decided never to bloody well do something like that again. The ground hurt alot when you hit it. She props her self against a tree and checks her weapons. The zat springs to life in its snake like fashion. She checks the staff weapon and one end opens, with a spark of energy, into its firing postion. Confident that her weapons are in working order she stands and looks for the rest of the team. Their is no sign of them anywhere. Sihging she headed back to were she had landed, but how odd there was no gate. Jacqueline heard a twig snap behind her, she would have to worry about getting home later. She turned and there was a warrior standing by the tree she had sat under. He held a blade in front of him.
"Who the hell are you?" she asked slipping back into bad habits she hadn't used since her high school years.

Ilian turned his head to her position for a moment then turned it back. He pushed his back into the tree, pushed himself away from it, and slowly began to walk in her direction. As he came only meters away from her, he sheathed his blade to his side and removed the hood of his cloak from his head. His hair danced in the wind as his eyes began to examine the woman before him.
"I could ask you the same thing."
"You gunna tell me, or not?"
Ilian let out a quick chuckle at her rashness then spoke up once again.
"I am Ilian Norche, one of the remaining survivors of the Rutigas race."
She looked puzzled for a moment, Ilian had an idea what for, but she jumped in before he could respond.
"What's so special about that?"
Ilian turned his head away. "Nothing..."
He slowly unsheathed the Syan Blade once again and looked back at her. There was a feeling in his gut that he wouldn't be able to pass by her easily and decided...to not take any chances. He kept his feet planted into the ground and waited for some kind of response.

Ilian stood there weapon at the ready. An obvious threat Jacqueline's training told her. She held her staff weapon out in front of her in a ready position. The firing mechanisming opend up with an electrifyed snap again. Ilian swung his blade and Jacqueline held up her staff and fended of the potentailly head splitting blow. Has she held her staff aloft she said to Ilian, "I believe have not shown you the same courtesy as you have to me, Hi my name is Jacqueline and I'm addicted to arse kicking."

With that she swung the staff and bought the flatened out counter weight to the energy emitter into a strike into Ilian's crotch. As he grabbed at what most man would consider their weak spot, Jacqueline bought the staff around in a graceful arc and struck the side of his head. He quickly recovered though and was fighting back with his blade. Jacqueline warded off most blows with her ancient yet hi-tech staff. Ilian was caught be surprise by her previous blows and he would not be so careless again.

But The young woman had another surprise for him. She deflected yet another slash of the blade. But she removed a hand from the staff and grabbed her Zat which was hanging on a specail belt clip. As she aimed it at her foe it sprang to life, like a cobra ready to strike. Hence the name cobra which Jacqueline had given it. She fired and Ilian dived to one side. The energy of the zat dissapated harmlessly on a rock in a storm of small blue electric sparks. She muttered some curses and wished she was fishing at the pond which was famous for not having fish in it, no matter how hard the commanding officers tried to convince you otherwise. Ilian came at her once more.

Ilian realized just pulling off the physical attacks on this one wasn't making this any easier, but finding the right moment was crucial.

He pushed his feet off from the ground and darted at Jacqueline again, his blade blaring at his side. The exact moment when their weapons clashed, Ilian shot his left arm down, palm extended, and released the arctic chill from his body. A blue orb circled about a half of an inch away from his palm, quickly crystalized, then shot away from it like a dart to Jacqueline's feet, freezing them and a good chuck of her lower body in place. He jumped back quickly, but at the point, seemed to be floating in midair. With no thought into it whatsoever, his cloak pulled away from him and a set of wings flourished behind his back. The wings of pegasus, beating gracefully behind him. And at that same second he directed the same attack at her again...aiming for her staff.

As it crystalized at his hand once more and shot like a dart, there seemed not chance for Jacqueline to dodge it. But with a few forceful stabs at the ice immbolizing her lower half, she broke free in time for only the tip of her ponytail to be inflicted by Ilian's last attack. She reached at her belt again and tossed the same unknown material as before. Now knowing the effects, Ilian swung his body off to the side, his wing nearly scathed by this unknown force of hers. Ilian then brought himself down to earth quickly, parachuted his wings for a better landing, then folded them quickly behind his back. He began tightening and loosening the grip on the hilt of his blade as he looked at her, his eyes intensifying at every moment.
"I think I've been taking your abilities too lightly. That'll have to change."
She brushed the end of her ponytail from her shoulder and looked back at him with a slight smirk on her face.
"Yeah, it should."
As she readied herself again, Ilian did the same. He held his guard for a brief moment...then shot off at her once more.

"So," Jacqueline thought, "I am in a world of magic and not technology."
She swung her staff Ilian simple stepped back to aviod it. She spun it rapidily in graceful circles on each side of her body. Ilian stepped to the side and made to attack with his weapon. Jacqueline bought her weapon in a beatiful arc and knocked his feat out form under him.

Ilian was quick to recover. Jacqueline though already started jabbing at him with the firing end of the staff. After three blows Ilian fell back on his back side. The staffs opened at the firing end and with a fhump sound very familar to Jacqueline and burst of orange energy is fired at Ilians leg. It grazes his leg as he rolls to the side. It stings but nothing a skilled warrior cannot fight through. Jacqueline tucks the staff under one arm and holds her zat with the other hand. She begins to fire with both weapons. Ilian manages to keep just ahead of the blasts. A tree falls from a blast of staff energy. Using it as a destraction Ilian charges Jacqueline. Jacqueline holds out her staff and clothes lines the charging warrior. Jacqueline twist and twirls the staff until she is holding it in a postion behind her back , with the hand in fornt of her is makes a come here motion, ready for anything Ilian can dish out.

"This is getting monotonous..." Ilian thought to himself, "Need to kick this up a notch."
As he dodged another blow from her staff, countering it with his blade, Ilian moved his other hand once again in her direction. Energy from his body quickly focused into his hand and brought forth another orb, somewhat lighter than the last. It rippled in the wind for a brief second, then shot forth from his hand like a geyser. Jacqueline began spinning her staff steadily infront of her in hopes of spreading it away from herself, but the pressure from its blast had enough power to send her flying backwards. Ilian brought his hand back to his side and charged her at this somewhat vunerable point, but when he came only inches from her she retaliated quickly, blocking the head-splitting attack of his blade.

Jacqueline got to her feet quickly and went for Ilian's feet once more, but Ilian spread his wings out and pulled his body into the air. As he pushed himself away from her body, he sheathed his sword almost abruptly and began to circle his arm in front of him in a counter-clockwise motion. Suddenly you could faintly see water being forming around the path his arm began to move and with one quick forward thrust of it the water began swirling madly out of control, becoming wider and wider, until it pushed its way to the ground enveloping his opponent. The force that was created inside was like a giant spin cycle, pushing anything inside of it to its edges, but seemingly, not letting it escape. And once Ilian quickly pulled his arm back, the tunnel pushed its way several meters above ground, then dissipated into thin air, sending Jacqueline flying once again.

Ilian's breathing patterns had become somewhat quicker after he pulled that last attack off. He unsheathed the Syan blade once again and glanced at it for a moment. As he looked at it in all its splender, Ilian closed his eyes then rose his head and glaced up at the sky.
"I'm doing my best, father. I hope you can guide me to the path to find the others..."
He brought his attention back infront of him as he heard a sharp noise.

It wouldn't be long until she returned once more...

"Damn," Jacqueline said. That twig had snapped under her boot destroying the stealth she was using. She fired off her staff in a panic hoping to hit her target. Fhuwp went the energy as it traced through the air. Ilian spun, missed. Ilian dived towards Jacqueline. Good Jacqeuline thought as Ilian was making no effort to protect what she was aiming for. She activated her zat as she rolled to one side. She fired and Ilian's wing became shrouded in the weapons blue sparks. Ilian felt his left wing become numb and limb he used his reamining wing to land with some skill. He would not be able to take flight again.

Jacqueline rushed at Ilian, instead of swing her staff she held ti at his neck, she swung around her weapon in such away that she was behind Ilian choking him with the staff. He beagan to struggle causing the weapon to fire a few stray shots. Jacqueline threw the staff in the air when it became apparent she didn't have the strenght to defeat him in such a way. She kicked Ilian in the back and he stumbled forward. The staff feel from the air and landed parrellel to the ground in Jacqueline's hands, behind her back. Angered Ilian bought his blade down upon her. In one graceful moment Jacqueline Leapt and threw her staff under her body. She grabbed it as it came in front of her and laned in the splits her staff held aloft. Ilians blade struck the staff and the sound echoed through the forest.m Jacqueline struck out at the inside of her oppenents legs with the staff. After ten blows she bought it up in one upwards thrust as she got to her feat. Ilain cried out in pain. Jacqeuline took a defensive stance ready for Ilians next move.

Ilian finally got the initiative to push himself up to at least a kneeling position. His eyes still seemed a little teared up from getting clocked in the groin on numerous accounts.

Damn! What is it with this woman and hitting me 'under the belt'?

His mind wandered to several ideas as he gradually got back to his feet. He tucked one foot behind him making it perpindicular to his body and the other extended infront of him. He bent his body down a few inches and pulled his right arm back a little, moving his blade at about a thirty-degree angle. At the same point, his left was placed at about the middle of chest, the palm facing his sword. With what little concentration he could release from trying not to think of the pain 'downstairs', Ilian created another ice spell.

The crystalization of this one seemed to differ slightly from the last. The orb that circled around only inches from his palm grew little by little, forming itself into the shape of an immense flame. It glistened in the daylight, giving off the same color as the young man's eyes. The pain that Ilian felt slowly began to subdue as he concentrated on the opponent before him. They had both been pulling out tricks, but he certainly wasn't finished, and he had a feeling...she wasn't either.

There was no point for him to delay his attack any longer. Ilian's hand shook vibrantly for a split second, and the ice shot from his palm, crashing into his blade, and shattered it to pieces. Jacqueline stared at him for a split second, then bursted out a quick laugh.
"Well that sure was stupid of you."
As she looked at his face she noticed the solemn expression on him before turned to a widening smirk.
"What are you smirking about?"
Ilian rose his head and changed his expression once again to a faint smile.
"If you pay attention to the right thing, you may just understand."
He turned his head back to his blade as now did Jacqueline. Only moments passed and the tip of the Syan Blade began to shimmer vigorously in the light. Soon enough, the entire blade became this fashion and looked as if it had produced a thin sheet of ice around it. As it became thicker, a soft mist encircled the now crystalized shards of ice that had formed exstensively across the blade. Once Ilian rose his head and looked at Jacqueline again, she brought herself back to her defensive stance, a somewhat cocky smirk etched across her face.
"Big deal. Just a bunch of ice added on to your useless piece of metal, which I can still easily counter."
Ilian didn't say anything.

Giving away anything about the true power behind the attack could go against my odds at this point.

Ilian slashed his blade at the air several times to get a feel for it, adding on the slight extra weight of the ice, then brought it back infront of him. He kept the rest of his body in the same stance as before, but pulled his left arm back this time around. And without even a second glance at Jacqueline, he darted for her. As he thrusted his blade downward at her, the middle of her staff caught it quickly...but Ilian was expecting this. He stood there pushing his entire weight onto his sword, concentrating his eyes to hers, making sure her eyes were fixed to his. The ice that surrounded his blade began to envelope quickly around her staff, to the point that it began to encase over her knuckles, but once she had realized this, it was too late. It encompassed around her hands, giving her no chance to grab for anything on her...as well as having a lack thereof from her abilities to move that staff of hers around much. She glared at him as he pulled his blade away.
"Don't think for a second you've got me wrapped around your finger."
Once again, he didn't speak. He jumped back a bit more and sped off to one side of her. She pulled her staff back quickly, knowing she now had a clear shot of clocking him once again.

Another opportunity in his favor...

Ilian quickly sheathed his sword and just when he moved off to the side to dodge her attack, he stretched out both of his arms, making it so the criss-crossed each other, and forced the energy through his palms once more. Two, now immense, orbs circled inches from his palms just like the other ones before them. And just at the point they crystalized, Ilian's hands pulsed, sending them flying rapidly at Jacqueline's direction...now freezing her staff to her right shoulder and most of her lower body again. Once it connected, Ilian made his way around to her backside, unsheathed his sword once again, now having lost its icy sheet, and sliced it straight down the middle of her back. She screamed horribly, feeling the pain all the way down her spine, and as Ilian made his way back around to the front of her, he could could see it in her face....she really didn't want to show it.

Ilian shot a quick splash of water over his blade to clean it off a little as he placed it back into its sheath. He moved his way over her and kicked the ice at her legs a few times, cracking it slightly.
"You still want to go through this?"
"Don't get cocky!", She snarled at him, still trying to ignore the pain.
Ilian sighed, knelt just slightly under her eye level, grabbed onto her chest as he pushed her upper body back up a little, squeezed a few times, and at the same time, leaving a grin on his face.
"Have fun getting out."
He pulled back almost abruptly, and made his way to a tree not too far off. As he heard the words How dare you?! faintly pierce his ears he replied, "Deal with it."

As he stopped himself under the tree, he closed his eyes. His breathing pattern was still awfully abnormal and he needed to fix his wing back up. With a little more concentration than usual, he focused his mind on a pond not too far off in the distance. In no time at all, the water steadily rose into the air and moved its way above the young Rutigan. Just when he opened his eyes, the pool of water fell to earth and once it came in contact with him, it was as if time had slowed down almost abruptly. It cascaded down his body slowly, leaving small ripples as it moved its way down. And once it had gotten past the tip of his wounded wing, the water quickly fell to the ground, but leaving no trace that he had been drenched by it.

He flapped his left wing a few times to make sure everything was fine, and once he was certain, he folded it back behind him and leaned his body against the tree. But as he took a quick glance back where Jacqueline was all that was left were seemingly large, blood stained chunks of ice...

ooc: I graciously concede defeat for surely every one can see that Xx Tenkawa xX deserves to go to the next round. Plus I can think of no more ways to use my character.

INC: It was a stupid thing to do, firing of the staff like that while encased in the ice. Sure it had freed her but it had injured her so much she was unable to continue fighting. Thank god Ilian had been distracted when she escaped or Jacqueline would be dead by now. She stumbeled through the woods looking for a comfortable ditch to sleep in until the rest of the team came to rescue her. She slept for a few hours until she heard a voices she saw their faces and then fell asleep again. The next time she woke she was in the base's infirmary Ilian now just a memory.

Heh, was hoping it'd resume a little longer, but that's fine. Another good fight, fireball.