As if detonated from behind, the serious looking spear wielder rushed the heir. Giving the heir a chance to combine items or score a hit was tantamount to a crushing defeat. Knowing her disadvantaged Heir Dyne tossed out what she had that could impede her opponent. Oil slicks, flash powders, and a confetti explosive turned the arena color full but didn't stop the cold quite lady.
Tiffany intercepted the spear, but in a display of skill, the spear snaked around and slammed a hit into the heir's shoulder. Wincing despite the magic protection, Tiffaney latched onto the spear with her free hand. Not to be out done, the cold girl shifted her hips and used her leverage to wrench the item from the heir. Refusing to be pushed around, Tiffaney closed hoping to take advantage of the weapon being unwieldy in close quarters.
