"This motherfucker-!" Botan circulates thousands of small gusts of wind out of each of his pores. His face strains as he matches the duration of the harpy's attack. The scent of scorched feathers fills the air. The creature's eyes are wide with shock as the winds slice through its wings.
Margaux doesn't flinch and lets go of Botan before flying off.
Botan falls to the ground, panting heavily. His eyes follow her retreating figure, still pulsing with anger. He clenches his fists, the wind around him momentarily dying down. The harpy's shrieks echo in the distance.
Vasil shoots a streams of water at Sakurako, forcing her to dodge quickly. Vasil shoots five more streams of water five more times, but each time Sakurako clumsily dodge each one.
Magic is usually within imagination, and imagination states that Sakurako can spew out a stream of watery syrup, landing all over the ground rendering it sticky. The earth beneath her is now a trap, and she's the spider at the centre of the web.
Vasil, a seasoned water elf, doesn't miss a beat. He creates a whip of water that sizzles through the air towards Sakurako. She flinches but doesn't move. The whip hits the sticky ground and wraps around her ankle, pulling her into the centre of her own trap.
She moves the sticky substance to suddenly shoot towards Vasil, and he counters with a wall of water. The watery syrup splashes against the wall and sluggishly slides down, leaving a thick, gooey film on the ground. He steps back, his eyes narrowing, and then he smirks. "Interesting trick, but I've seen better from an amateur."
"Asshole." Sakurako flashes in front of the wall and punches hard. The water cracks under the pressure, sending waves splashing over the clearing. Vasil jumps back, grinning.
"What's the matter, little syrup girl? Can't handle a bit of competition?" He taunts, forming a spear of water and charging at her.
"Syrup girl!?" Sakurako spits a few dozen spurts of boiling water, reducing the incoming spear into steam that quickly spreads out, obscuring vision for both sides.
Above, the fierce aerial dance of Dupont and Strom continues. The winds howl as they dodge and parry, each trying to find a chink in the other's armor. Abilities intertwine, creating a tornado of wind and lightning. The sky turns a deep shade of blue, crackling with the electricity.
Fukuyama, the master of lightning, charges in with a fiery determination. His eyes are ablaze with the intensity of a thousand lightning strikes as he aims for Cai Eskil, the young water elf standing firm below. The ground quivers as he unleashes a barrage of electric bolts, aiming to pierce through Eskil's water shields.
Eskil, though less experienced, is not easily daunted. He conjures a series of water barriers, each more intricate than the last. They dance around him, as he anticipates Fukuyama's every move. The lightning bolts crash into the water shields, illuminating the battlefield with an eerie blue-white light. Each impact sends a spray of water into the air, creating a misty halo around the water elf.
Dupont and Strom's clash of winds crescendos into a tornado of such power that it sends debris flying. The ground shakes as the whirlwind expands, threatening to engulf everything in its path. The harpy, having seen enough, decides to retreat, her wings barely holding together as she flaps away, disappearing into the horizon. Botan watches her leave, his anger slowly dissipating with the winds around him.
Meanwhile, the heat intensifies as Pierre and Ivan face off against Macron and Calcote. Pierre's winds swirl around Ivan's flaming fists, creating a fiery tornado that spirals towards their adversaries. Macron and Calcote stand back-to-back, each casting a protective shield of fire around the other. Their faces contort with the effort of maintaining their defense as the tornado bears down on them.
The clash is explosive. The wind-infused flames smack into the shields, sending plumes of fire and ash into the sky. The ground around them cracks and shatters under the immense pressure. Macron, the more seasoned of the two, roars a challenge to the winds, his eyes burning with the intensity of a thousand suns. Calcote, though young, shows surprising resilience, though it's near the end of the rope for him.
Ivan's fists of fire blaze through the air, each punch thrown with the force of a meteor strike. Yet, Macron's shield holds firm, the heat causing sweat to bead on his brow. Pierre's winds weave around Ivan's fiery onslaught, carving paths for the flames to follow.
Calcote tries to counter with a burst of fire, but Pierre's winds scatter it, leaving Calcote exposed. Ivan seizes the opportunity, his fists now trailing long ribbons of fire that coil around Calcote like fiery snakes. The young elf cries out in pain, his own shield faltering as the flames bite into his skin.
Macron Dan decisively flashes out of the area, leaving Calcote Paul for dead. Ivan's fire claims another elf, as Paul is incinerated into a pile of ashes.
Tanaka Shunichi and Kovak Uhr stand on the outskirts of the battlefield, each drawing power from the very earth beneath their feet. The ground shakes as they clench their fists, their eyes locked in a silent challenge. Shunichi raises a towering wall of stone to shield his comrades, while Kovak counters with a series of earthquakes that threaten to shatter the very foundation of Shunichi's fortress. The air is filled with dust and debris, making it difficult to see more than a few feet ahead.
The two Earth users are a force of nature, their abilities negating each other. Shunichi's earth formations rise and fall with the precision of a master sculptor, while Kovak's seismic waves rumble through the ground like the heartbeat of an angry giant. Each collision between their attacks sends tremors throughout the surrounding area, causing wood chips and splinters to rise to the air.
Shunichi constructs a series of spikes from the ground, aiming to impale Kovak, but the latter anticipates the move. He stomps his foot, sending a shockwave that shatters the spikes into dust before they can reach him.