As she lies on bed and closes her eyes, a sharp glint shows in the corner of her eye. Flashing towards the corner of the room she looks back to her bed seeing a sword embedding itself on the white sheets, ruining five layers of colourful cloth.
Fight!
Sparks start flying as their swords smack hard against each other, and in a few seconds the things in the room get messed up, with papers scattered around the floor. The enemy's sword starts glowing green as high electrical current starts rotating within it, its rounded barb creating a magnetic force around it.
"Seriously?? Can't I get some rest??" Meisa dodges around as flying metallic objects start flying around the place.
In the situation in the war, a similar tactic can be found in different camps, assassinations, assassinations and more assassinations.
Normal assassins would try to kill their targets immediately and escape, but in this case, even if the people around her find out what's happening in here, what are they going to do?
Like blades of grass, going in this area would get them cut down, harvested like cabbages. But Meisa had a different idea. If she couldn't control the chaos, she could at least manipulate it. She gathers the water around her, forming a whirlpool at her feet, and jumps up, using it as a springboard to propel herself over the enemy elf's head.
Smashing into the window, and out into the trench, she begins making as much noise as possible, first by blowing into the warhorns, alerting dozens of men. The enemy elf, caught off guard, looks back at her, his eyes widening as she uses the whirlpool she had created to push herself back into the room. He leaps after her, his sword cutting through the water with ease.
Meisa flashes immediately, electricity and water is not a good combination. Now standing outside, with a huff, a massive amount of water flows out of her mouth, flooding her entire room. After flooding her entire room, with all her stuff in it, Meisa runs away only wearing a semi transparent gauze.
Her troops are confused, they don't know why she's naked in the middle of a battlefield, but they follow her, because she's their leader and she's probably got a plan. The enemy elf emerges from the broken window, his clothes a little damp but mostly unscathed. His sword is now a spear, the metal bending and morphing in his hand.
Meisa faces back to her ruined room.
'This isn't even the peak combat power for elves, I should stay calm…' Water bullets the size of pumpkin seed start rapidly firing towards the enemy, intending to erase that direction.
Jumping around, the enemy easily flashes towards her forcing her to use her sword for melee combat. Blocking with her sword, she jumps back and starts flooding the area. Swarms of soldiers unlucky enough to be caught in the raging waves never resurface, and a clump of limbs trying to climb the trench walls only to get crushed under the pressure of the water.
The enemy elf sneers, his eyes lighting up with amusement at her desperate attempt to use the environment against him. He charges at Meisa, his spear morphing into a trident mid-air, its prongs crackling with electricity. Meisa feels the tension in the air as the current gets stronger, her heart racing as she prepares for the next move.
Meisa quickly sinks into the newly created river she created and swims away, and as the large current of electricity closes into the water she jumps up from the water and stands on a nearby tree branch, watching as the floating corpses turned charred black.
The enemy elf lands with a heavy thud, looking around for his target. "You think you can outsmart me, little water nymph?" He sneers, the electricity around his trident growing stronger.
Meisa smirks from her leafy perch, her eyes gleaming. "I've faced worse than your flashy light show!" Her voice teasing him. The tree she's standing on starts to sway gently, leaves rustling in the cold breeze.
With a flick of his wrist, the enemy elf sends a barrage of lightning bolts towards her, making the air crackle. Meisa, swift as a dolphin, dives back into the water. The bolts hit the tree, splitting it into a smoking, charred mess. Splinters rain down, but she's already swimming under the surface, weaving through the branches, roots and disembodied limbs like a serpent through grass.
The enemy elf, not one to be outsmarted so easily, jumps into the water after her, his trident morphing into a spear again as he does so. The water around them sizzles and froths as he moves in for the chase, but Meisa is a blur of motion, dodging and weaving, propelling herself at impossible speeds.
"Just stop and die already!"
Reaching 60 kilometres away, Meisa finally reaches the trench lines of another Ducian elf. As she resurfaces, she quickly tilts her head as a white blinding stream of lightning nearly blows her head off.
Without much words the elf in the garrison, Ilya, blew a strong gale that dispersed the sparks of lightning.
The enemy lightning elf, caught off guard by the sudden change in the environment, struggles to maintain his balance as the water around them starts to churn violently. Meisa takes this opportunity to unleash a powerful water jet from her palms, aiming directly at the lightning elf's chest. The force sends him hurtling backward, his body slamming into the muddy embankment.
The Elf manages to land on their feet, but seeing two enemies in front of him, he decides to retreat.
Seeing this, Meisa grabs a soldier's corpse and strips them to take the clothes off of it, draping it over her shoulders. She looks around to make sure no one is looking at her naked body.
"Haah… What the hell…"
She looks off to the distance. The war is far from over…