The dark elf captain felt his blood surge with anger. He could sense that this female magus, standing calm before him, was no ordinary, yet his pride as a half-moon dark elf made him believe he could best any human below the grand magus realm.
Raising both hands, he began to chant an elvish incantation and two blazing wheels of flame spun into existence, orbiting his hands, and hurled them toward Klea.
"Die! Die! Die!" he shouted, the flames cutting through the air with blistering speed.
But Klea was unfazed. She calmly lifted her hands, and with a quiet incantation, swirling waves materialized before her, forming rotating barriers of water that met each flaming wheel head-on.
The clash of fire and water produced hissing clouds of steam, obscuring them briefly in mist, but Klea's defense held firm. "This is good. I've been meaning to spar with a flame user," Klea said, tauntingly calm.
