Popo laughed, the heat bareley seemed to affect her, she grinned. "Then stop stalling and attack me, for Irad's sake!" She exclaimed, once more dissapearing in a flash of motion, but this time she extended her arms out. Tentacles traveling at blinding speeds from her sleeves and trying to wrap around felicity.
Black magic. Was all Kaliv thought, before leaping infront of the woman, swerving his blade out, thunder danced from it as he borrowed some life-force from his mage counterpart. It was let loose onto the tentacles, destroying them instantly. Abruptly, Kaliv found himself hurtled back by a winding blow to the stomach as the jester-like girl giggled, tossing him into the air soon after with a well-placed kick to the jaw.
Kaliv groaned with the pain as he slowly got up. The girl moving in for another attack, this time he was prepared - and brung his blade up, forcing her to dodge and sending her off balance. She regained it gracefully with a series of flips.
"Nn..Your going to pay for that..." He growled, clutching his sword and panting slightly.
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