Not Enough For Him, Too Much For Her

Theodore charges up himself, he didn't wish to push himself over the limit, however - his circuits still needed to rest they were sore from what he's done with Ragnar and therefore, he ought to keep himself going with minimalistic pressure on himself.

Stardust is collected from his surroundings however, it stays there, he managed to keep himself cool headed and not to allow his rush for adrenaline to take over. He keeps observing Arthur, for now.

"Let's have fun!"
(Theodore Rowan)

This could probably be a good practice for the Storm magic.

By now, Arthur had already known how it's done, and all it took was perfecting the technique even further. Considering the fact that he was already aware of how it's done, now it only made sense to practice it in the actual environment of battle to ensure that it would be done properly even amidst the combat. Even if it were a spar, it'd come fairly close to a real simulation, considering the use of magics.

With that, he began his focus.

Drawing upon the cool winds in the air and outstretching them out to the sky, the Valmasian was quick to create a whirlwind of cold air that created an opposite factor to the heated winds around the atmosphere, all to obviously begin the creation of the Storm. At this point, instead of making it feel global, he kept it to the local levels, only coating himself in the said magics.

To top it off, he'd increase the humidity around himself, bothto fuel different spectrums of the air temperature and also empower the Storm itself; it didn't take long until all it took was to draw lightning from the palm of his hands, and with increased temperature, the thunder shook the ground all around him.

The Storm was made, even if at small scale. But you don't need it on bigger scale when in battle, do you?

Thanks to the Mixed Casting technique, it was done fairly quick, and fairly skilful at that. Almost no real effort, considering the countless training sessions he's had.

"I'm ready."
(Arthur Rowan)

As expected, it was a challenge.

Arthur was getting much better while handling the power of Storm in his hands, and with that, he was able to both engage and disengage effectively whenever Theodore pressed on against him; thanks to how he was able to immerse himself into the clouds that he conjured, and thus evade the powerful attacks unleashed by Theodore, his brother had little to no chance to actually perform any heavy damage against Arthur.

Least, he was lucky enough to catch him off guard, as in one instances of the battle.

Constantly launching the currents of a mix of cold and hot air against him to shred his very skin, as well as launching various lightning attacks, and even the attacks with water, it seemed that Storm in his hands truly embodied all three elements working together - with his creation, he was able to put up a much tougher chance for his brother.

With the final showdown, the two have exchanged some of their most powerful blasts.

The final charge of lightning was thrown across the field at Theodore, locking his joints along with the feat of bloodbending, and causing his muscles to spasm. He was thrown off and made to fall, and promptly, the fight has ended just like that.

Arthur stood victorious.

"--This was nice."

"Good fight, Theodore."
(Arthur Rowan)

Arthur Rowan says, "Well then."


Bei Bei says, "Well..."
Bei looks around briefly.
(Bei Bei)


Bei Bei asks, "Wanna spar?"

Arthur Rowan says, "Sure, why not."
It was a second opportunity to hone his skill even further.

Gladly for him, the Storm around him was not dissipated just yet; the winds were already howling, the lightning was present, and the humidity was set just right in order to make sure that the Storm stays the same for a second fight; perhaps, the only thing that he'd need to do is re-enforce air condensing factor by mixing the hot and cold air together a little more, but--

-- otherwise? Everything was set in place.

Deciding to generate the cold wind around himself by using the wind magic, as well as hot wind by sharing the heat coming off the lightning arcs, the Storm around him was amplified once more through the Mixed casting- it was violent, swirling quick, and yet... passionate? Only gods know what sort of emotions he's been using to feed his Storm magic with, through Symbolic part of Mixed Casting.

As for the Cognitive one, it took him no effort to project the mana surges through his circuits, if only to visualize it infront of himself through his sheer willpower. The aspect of Storm itself was created that way by natural processes, only to be backed up by Reflexive part of the casting that contained humidity, air and hot wind all at the same time.

With their natural processes, of course.

"Let's get it on then."
(Arthur Rowan)

There is power within her form. Both brilliant and decadent. It comes within the birth of amethyst flames- now controlled by the drakanite as she steps forward. "I've been watching you for some time now.." She says, her smile beginning to widen briefly. "I want you to know that I'm not going to be behind you for long, Arthur." Her gaze flutters, if only briefly- her smile beginning to darken as she slowly adjusts her javelin.

 The sharp tip of it slams into the ground- and she uses the force of the downward impact to bounce within her stance. One leg is hiked up carefully, arched- foot pointed down while she balances herself with a single hand upon the pole. What occurs seems to be an obsidian dance....

 "I'm not like the others that you've fought. I won't be giving up so easily either." There was a feeling that she had grasped onto - even if it were only brief. When she had fought Chika, she pushed herself past the limits. And despite all of the pain that her fires had produced...

 She knew that it caused much, much more to the young Gehennan. "Don't toy with me- or else, I'll make this worse for you." Her smile widens into a Cheshire grin- amethyst scales beginning to appear upon her flesh defensively..

"COME!"
(Bei Bei)

She certainly grew stronger.

In his surprise, she was able to evade him swiftly, perhaps even too swiftly than he anticipated previously; no matter how much he'd lock her joints with the Art of Bloodbending, no matter how stoic he was, he'd have still fallen. A final strike to him in a furious battle between two people that have gotten fairly close recently - and unexpected to him, he has fallen.

"Guh..!"

What was that, even? That single sound was all that he could make after being knocked down by Bei Bei. His mouth agape, his breathing fast, he bit on his lip and stood up to continue - for as long as he's had any say in it, he wasn't going to just lose like that.

Ramping up the power of the Storm, the arcs of electricity around him have become far more potent, going as far as to even make his own muscles twitch. Within a single moment, he'd be able to close the distance to her in immediate flash, blasting her off with the shredding winds, if only to follow it up by the swirls of tornado following her and cutting off her path. This time around, he was also careful enough to avoid her powerful attacks after each and every shot of magic launched at her.

He was wearing her down, playing to exhaust her. It was the play of endurance. In a sense, it was to see who would last longer than the other.

Despite her furious flames, he found strength in himself to fight back with his water, wind and lightning against her. Humidity was rising, the wind was howling, and with that, the final showdown was nearing close. He knew what he had to do already.

Just after getting enough space from her to make sure she wouldn't be able to catch him, he was quick to re-engage, unleashing all pent up energy of the Storm against her. The arcs of electricity would cause her to stumble and fall, running through her body with raised humidity, penetrating every single inch of her muscle mass to paralyze her.

It was over, but it wasn't easy for Arthur.

Huffing and puffing loudly, he stood at a distance, but decided to approach, almost with a stumble. Her blade had certainly hurt him, and he commented.

"You've-- you've grown much better, I can tell you that..."
(Arthur Rowan)

Burn. She felt as if she were on fire when it would happen. When his blood magic would threaten to lock her joints and blood- she would find that the fire within her veins would will her forward- almost instinctively. The amount of pain that radiates through her being is utilized- forcing muscles to flex and bend -threatening to tear underneath the amount of mana that she puts through due to her inability to just simply..

Accept defeat.

 The first round was not something that even she had expected. Ragged breathes- pants spilling forward from her lips. Her stance still kept up and yet...Even she knew that it wouldn't be enough to keep him down for forever. When the second portion of their battle happens...Everything suddenly changes.

 Exhaustion sets in within her thin frame- her impeccable, impossible endurance chipped away by winds, bloods, lightning, and water. And eventually- she would find that the flames within her blood would be tampered. Incapable of calling upon the same magic again....It would be impossible.

 As the 'engine' that she had become- the disablement of her frame would cause everything to shut down once more and soon...The clap of lightning is the only thing that she sees once more. A bright flash of color and then--....She seems to be locked in place. Brilliant, amethyst scales shifting in a defensive manner- littering her lithe being...Bones, snapping only briefly...The promise of budding, blossoming wings threatening to occur underneath the weight.

 But eventually, even with all of that happening, she would have fallen forward- both hands entangled within the grasses, pants escaping her lips as she attempts to push herself up and...to no avail, fails.

"Not strong enough yet-...I..Again. Just one more." Although her body might not be able to handle it...Pushing herself past the limit once more. Achieving those same flames yet again was necessary.

 "I'll be ready this time.." She murmurs, still gasping for air as she moves to all fours- slowly, but surely, gathering her recomposure to stand once again. Although, it's clear that the few attempts that she tries to stand fails...Until she simply rests upon one knee..

 Oof.

(Bei Bei)

Perhaps he underestimated her, or overestimated himself.

But it was challenging to keep going like this. Despite how much of stamina it took from him, he decided to ramp himself up for just another fight one more time - the arcs of electricity surged deep into his muscle mass, seeking to empower him enough to actually keep him actively going despite all of the adversity that he's been facing by now.

And now, it wasn't just the Storm that was needed.

His heart was beating actively, but not actively enough by his standard. Arthur needed adrenaline surge, and deciding to bloodbend upon himself, he caused the rush of adrenaline - his blood was pumping, his body grew heated, and his breath returned to him.

With a loud inhale, he took upon a ready stance once more. Virtually, he could have almost limitless stamina like that, for as long as he's able to cast magic to empower himself once more.

The Storm was howling. The lightning was still manipulated by him the entire time, and the local area of the Storm was maintained no matter what- it was a challenging feat to do so, especially against the pressure that Bei Bei was putting out on the battlefield, but in the end? It's worth it.

Besides, he enjoyed this.

"If that's the case--"

"Prepare yourself, Bei."
(Arthur Rowan)

She doesn't enjoy trembling. She doesn't enjoy the feeling of being so feeble underneath another's power and because of this- she feels herself beginning to fight against her own weaknesses even harder. The gasps for air become strained as she comes to a wobbly stand...And once again, does her idle leg raises- A single hand extending forward..

"Haah....haah...hah.."

 Just how could she possibly defeat him when she felt so small already? Just how could she push herself past when he could do when it just didn't feel like enough? If only briefly- does she find herself beginning to take a slow step forward...And steadily, would it evolve into pained runs..

 "I'm already coming!"

 The staff is jabbed into the ground and soon- she could be seen using it as leverage, her body twirling-- a single leg whipping through the air, amethyst flames sweeping around it for a devastating kick.

 Lord only knows though, that he has several options to defend it with.
(Bei Bei)

She was persistent, he could give her that.

No matter how much he'd try to keep her in a single place, she was a strong adversary to deal with, and potentially, she'd be able to even beat him soon enough, if he slips quite literally just once- her power had grown a lot, and he couldn't help but... admire it, even if right now she was his opponent. Despite all, it was good to see her progress this far.

Yet, such thought could not distract him.

The exchanges of blows were brutal. Fire has covered the entire battlefield, and the constant stabs that she'd launch against him prompted to actually cause bleeding, some of his skin opening up due to cuts covering them- it was nothing much for a magi, but it still hurt. Along with the scorches of fire, the fields were covered in Arthur's crimson, his very lifeforce being spilled out from the wounds inflicted by her.

The showdown was near, and he saw the opportunity.

Deciding to suddenly pick up the blood from the ground- his own blood, that is- he threw it against Bei in a powered whip, along with the watery one to hold her in place; of course, both were aimed at her head, and she'd soon find herself briefly showered in Arthur's blood, if only to be washed away with the powerful stream of water that knocked her out.

Only for a moment.

Taking advantage of a single blackout moment she's had, he gathered the shredding winds around her, and suddenly picked her up in the air. The clouds of Storm surrounded her, and once they neared her, they began to electrocute her from all sides- her arms and legs were forced in a single position, disallowing her to break free due to sheer power of magical winds while she was shocked like that.

And as the electricity still surged through her body?

A blast of water, aimed straight at her as a powered beam- considering how water conducts electricity, the lightning spread across her body once more in a final zap, draining her of any possible stamina and causing her to fall down. There was no strength left in her body.

Suddenly, Arthur collapsed on a single knee.

Holding onto his bleeding side where blood was drawn, he quietly hissed in pain, but he was quick to cover it in the watery disguise, and the healing process began. Looking over at Bei Bei, he wasn't sure--

-- was she trying to continue the fight? Maybe she'd stand up, despite his final, most devastating attack?

"B-Bei Bei? Can you still fight?"
(Arthur Rowan)

Shit!

 Breath evades he for the duration of the battle. Her weakness comes within the form of inability- the worlds around her twirling, fashioned into whips and lashes of air and water that forces her own lifeline to cover the tips of grass...Only to be used against her within the worst ways. "Tensinrin!" Each exchange between magical and body could be heard within a vicious clap. Where there is lightning, blood, and water, there is legs, flames, and claw...The stave, only used for the sake of granting her extra momentum during each lashing out.

Pant, pant, pant!

 He would find that his ability to stay calm was another thing that made him capable of handling her relentless pursuits. As her world is tousled and turned- she finds herself being held in place harshly...Muscles flexing, the snapping of her maw could be heard as she nearly half-shifts infront of him....Until the water comes..

Shhhhhhh!

 He saved himself. Away from him, does she erupt within amethyst flames- spiraling viciously, resulting within a small cataclysm within the area as she collides with the earth in a heavy thud!

BATHUNK!!

 Consciousness is lost if only briefly...And soon, others would be able to see her lithe frame being carried upon the air-- amethyst scales glistening, cloth and armor torn as she is torn apart by both, winds, waters, and electricity...Resulting in a final strike before falters to the ground once again...


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 Strength. Or rather the lack thereof. One would find that her body would move upon it's own...Her knuckles whitening upon the staff as she slowly, but surely comes to a stand.

B-Bei Bei?

 Despite him calling her name, the first step of the drakaness would have been made...Unfortunately though, it was clear that based upon her will...She as still attempting, but...Eventually, even that would give. For once, the darkness suddenly clouds her vision- a simple hand reaching outwards before she hits the ground with a harsh thud.

 The announcers in the background come to life...

KO!!

(Bei Bei)

The Dryad handed Arthur a bouquet of roses along with different elemental crystals. "Hey, I need a way into prom for the free food. I heard some awesome cook is catering there. Do you mind being my free ticket inside there?" Leaf doesn't go to the academy, so there's a chance he could get in by letting Arthur take him.

"I know it's not much, and you can drop me once we're inside-" The loud thud distracted the Dryad for a brief second. "Jeez, what a hit.."

"I didn't mean to interrupt your training, my bad.." He went back to the sidelines once more to get out of the way.
(Leaf Wvelven)

Despite the roughness of the fight given to him by Bei Bei, he was still relatively fine and unharmed. There was no critical wound that would actually knock him out, and despite the pain he's been experiencing and the fire scorches covering him, he was still able to move and act.

As for her? It's a different story.

He almost steeled himself for yet another fight, as she began to move towards him- if only to notice that she soon collapsed, and realization came to his mind - she'd only try to act through her sheer willpower, but she had no more strength to actually fight anymore. Even if she wakes up, she looked absolutely drained.

That meant the fight is over.

Walking over to her with a struggle, he'd have hoped he did not push the damage too far- the Storm began to dissipate, as quite frankly he no longer had any energy of his own to uphold such power swirling him.

Now there was only one task, to wake her up.

Kneeling beside her after approach, he conjured the currents of water, if only to gently splash it against her face. A gentle brush of her cheek, and his voice called out to her.

"Bei Bei, wake up."
(Arthur Rowan)