Fight:Nikita v Reamka

Nikita’s lips of red curved upwards as she chuckled at what the drow had said to her, “I though drow -hate- my kind? As well anything that is not a drow? Shouldn’t you be underground?” She shrugs, moving her hands to twist her silver-blue hair upwards into a pony tail removing hair to blind her in anyway for what was coming up. She sensed Reamka coming shortly, and as soon as she saw him her left hand that had the iridescent iced glove look to it, held out to her side. That seemed to call upon a gust of wind from the north carrying snow within, wrapping around her hand to soon gather up to form a staff. “I want to play..I want to try some new skills out that I have discovered I can do. Plus, I need to get even with you.” At that said she removed the large bandage on her left shoulder, revealing the bite from Reamka. Gently, with the staff in both hands, the fae bends down to touch the tip to the ground,. Following the act by her iced glove hand to lightly brush fingertips against the ground. Once her flesh moved from the ground, a straight line of ice shot straight to surround the lycan. When the staff’s tip removed from the street, rest of the ground rest of the street was coated in ice as far as one could see. Right away giving the fae an advantage, with a kiss placed to her left hand. Than to blow it towards the male with a wink, when such was blown, a sprinkle of ice came off of her hand. Followed by a stream of what looked to be a bright white smoke that sparkled heavily. Such smoke twisted and turned into many thin sharp shards of ice, thirsty to drive themselves into there target, being Reamka.

Reamka 's silver eyes shimmered as he watched the events happen quickly unfold in front of him. With the shards flying at him and the frozen ground the lycan only had one choice. As he crouched down his muscled legs contracted and forced upward hard. The lycan had spent most of his years without shoes so acting on most terains without the added advantage had almost become second nature. The lycan's angle brought him as far from the cloud as was possible though some of the shards still managed to bite coldly into his arms, leaving trails of blood to trickle down his arms. The lycan howled in pain and shook his head roughly his eyes seeming to flicker with hints of gold. He grunted and huffed seemingly shaking this "other side" away. He called out to the Fae, pain echoed in his voice. "Damnit Niki! Do you really want that to happen again!" The lycan seemed to lean forwards a bit curling his toes. With a hard push the Lycan began to slide across the ice, using his feet as impromptu iceskates. He would not yet draw his sword but he would defend himself. He raced at the Fae picking up speed with each guided push across the slick ground. When he drew near his elbow was thrown forward, aimed for Nikita's gut.

Cyneric :: several somewhat noticeable thuds would begin to ring from within the forests bounds, rushing madly into the open path would come a beastly Centaur, but he would not stop when he made his appearance, instead he would keep rushing onward towards Reamk's direction leaving a fairly large cloud of dust behind him. The four legged beasts intent would be to gain some reach on the lycan-man, perhaps not for a direct attack at first but this would be a way for him use his momentum that had been adding up during his run to size up the situation without standing completely still so if he had gotten the chance to come close to the man he would simply use his hands for defense while his massive lower body would be used as a battering ram to trample anyone in his way even though this could very well trip Cyneric up causing him to fall, which was something he was prepared to defend against by the means of magic if necessary. If their had been any onlookers on this duel of sorts they would find that Cynerics attack was primarily focused on the male rather then the female, this could easily be mistaken for manners which Cyneric did infact have and could use if he really wished too, but he was a man of complex thoughts and manners didn't really fit into his plans as a great warrior. But beneath his long, tangled brown hair and bare chest laid a man wishing for more in life, a man suffering which would use his suffering in the form of crazed rage against his enemies regardless of the chains that held him still. This strong rage was very noticeable in his eyes, which where a nice tone of brown, they where the gateway which anyone could see into his heart. And if they looked more deeply they could see into his filth-ridden soul. As he drew near, cyneric would find himself running into a sheet of ice which his target was using to gain speed towards the fairy, instead of losing his traction the centaur would burst upward, relaying on his hind legs as his main jumping support. In the air he would attempt to land partially on the lycan. But his hovering shadow or his earlier running sounds would surly give the man a heads up on the attack. Right now Cyneric was relaying on luck since it was one of the only things that he truly had during this time.

Nikita screamed at seeing a male moving in on the being she was attacking, this enraged the Fae. Ticking her off massively, causing her to send her staff into the ground. Roaring out to the horse male, “Back off of my target!” She charged at the horse man, as the flesh of her palms were ripped through causing with a scream of pain as icicles raptured thrusting out of her flesh. Ranging a size of seven inches long, not notice The elbow to her gut, causing the fae to slam down to the ground. She quickly got back up with a twirl on her feet, unfolding her wings from her body. The wings were extremely sparkling as they were ever-so crystalline, looking to be carved from ice themselves, although those around would soon find out that her wings were razor sharp at the edges. With the twirl ending she was crouched down, holding one leg out behind her as if she was an ice-skater. Ice ripped out from the bottom of her feet, leaving her to actually be skating on the ice. The foot was aimed at Reamka’s body, no extact traget but his body somewhere. As for the rest of her, she was aiming to go between the horse man’s legs that he went up on. Wanting to slice through his legs with her own wings. Once she went under Cyneric she would tilts her feet to stop herself from the speed she was at, moving to charge herself back to the lycan now. Palms held behind her, to be tossed upwards. Sending herself up into a triple spin in mid-air, causing the icicle from her palms to send off in a mad rage of Nikita to slice into his legs. Once down she would be landing on her toes was important to stop herself from speeding into the lycan.

Reamka was caught across the chest with the Fae's skate's leaving a deep gash through his armor, causing a light trickle of blood to flow through it. His eyes flashed golden again as the blow through him to the ground sliding him away from the centaur and the Fae. His eyes shut in pain, but as they returned to visibility they were no longer a shining silver, but instead a glow gold crossed his pupils. A roar emenated from his mouth as his hair seem to prickle outward down his skin. Another roar bellowed from his mouth as his legs seemed to bulk outward almost uncontrollably, before building longer and more muscly. His feet stretched and grew with his legs turning into a variation of large paws. The arms of the lycan controrted and grew as his nails turns to claws on his elongating fingers. Where a humanoid lycan had ben curled in pain, now formed a feral lycan. Another roar came forth from the now sharp toothed mouth. This one of rage and anger. A hand was thrust into the ice cracking it deeply as Reams pushed himself to his feet. His claws dug into the ice as he crouched down on all fours and darted towards the other two.

Cyneric was now airborne, and on his way to rescue or at least make an attempt to protect the female fairy that had seemed deeply involved in this battle of sorts. Perhaps he was joining in this fight because the fairy was female, perhaps not. During these harsh times he was merely running off pure reaction even if it was against his nature to help others. And that had been what lead him astray from what he should have done, instead of evaluating the situation first he ran in stupidly and had left himself wide open which the 'innocent' fairy took even though she was not his target. He did not expect this, and her attack landed with swift precision cutting beneath his stomach with a two foot length just deep enough to draw blood, but not enough to kill. He was amazed at the speed she used during this attack; it was that speed that he would have trouble dealing with. But he looked at this as her warning to him to stay out of this fight which he felt that he could not do at first since payment to the fairy was needed. Upon his landing, and missed attack, he continued to run, only to stop at the forests bounds. Looking back he would decide that stepping into their battle was not the necessary thing to do, "I'll pay you back for this, fairy" he would say looking back at the two before disappearing into the forest. Of course he had no fear in joining in, or even dieing at that, but he would let them settle it between themselves this time.

Nikita ignored what the horse man had said to her, readying herself for Ream’s attack. Since he didn’t seem to watch or pay attention to the two icicles flying to land into his legs. The two icicles of seven inches went into his inner thighs, a smirk went to her lips. At that she charged at him in return, using the ice blades on the bottom of her feet, and her wings to help her pick up a good speed. When she was close to slamming into the lycan she twisted her body to the side, with fluid motions her feet followed twisting to the side. Causing ice to fly up in aim to go into the lycan’s eyes, blinding him. When she tried that, she was able to move herself around the lycan male. Dropping down to hold her hands tightly to her chest in form of an x, one foot one more was held outwards. The foot she remained on the ice forced her to spin even faster, with much aid of her wings. Making her person to be a living cyclone. The leg held out was grabbed onto, and raised up to her head doing a spinning axel, her wings ready to cut into him if he was still on his war path to get at her. She was happy now, sought out her revenge already at the icicles that ripped through his thighs. Simply down now.

Reamka was struck by the blades of ice, which tore and ripped through the muscles of his legs. A roar of pain carried from his mouth as he collapsed to the the ground, now blinded by the flush of snow that had struck his face. He had collapsed and was wounded badly, heading towards bleeding out as he laid in a bloody pile. One arm nearly useless, and his legs seeing little point at this point in time. With his unwounded arm he pushed himself up as high as he could and rolled to his back, his limbs twisting sending another roar into the air. "Niki..." He cough and grunted again as pain swam through his being. "I love you." The lycan closed his eyes again in pain and continued to gasp.

Nikita humphs at Reamka, "Now we are even. Cause of you, I lost most strength in my left arm. We shall see where you lose some of yours." At that she touched the ground making the ice melt away. Same as her ice staff that was sent into the ground.