Jun 28, 20:57:22Guraena: After the first connection, the follow-ups were pretty much constalt barrages. Spread bursts, not focusing all of his strength into one blow but rather dividing the strenth out scattered amongst his copies. Each blow felled the ice-type further back, each image dispersing on contact, further downwards into the wooden foundation until the very last figure— presumably the original copy— forced overhead, both hands grasped together to deliver a powerful hammerfist from above. The dark glow on each of their palms burned a sinister blaze to the areas struck, Guraena's glowing auras evaporating into a fine, cracking mist after the attack. A thrust backwards, tossing himself backwards from his heels he spaced the median between them a good distance to avoid any sort of counterattack.
Jun 28, 20:57:28Guraena: Hmm... his stance. His poise. The gaze in his eyes seemed very... lax. So did his body. Was he even going to follow-up? By the way he stuffed those gloved hands deep into his pockets... looks like... no. Though a constant variable; that inhuman grin. Even when his body was pierced, blood tricking down multiple strucken forms, his demeanor still sent subtle chills into the air. Though speaking of chills, the air around him did seem to drop rapidly. A light exhale, his breath quickly mushroomed into a thick fog. "The power to change the climate at will... and so fast, too~" Another analytic glint, not suaded in the l east by her boiling point. The shards falling pelted him harder and harder in his face, bruises and marks forming from the hail.
Jun 28, 20:57:29Guraena: He was obviously hurt... though why wasn't he dampered in the least? A glance upwards, the chilling, razor winds around him picking up at breakneck speed. The ice danced faster, and faster around his body until nothing but a thick, subzero powder kicked up and shrouded his form in the chill. "T'ch." Completely blinded by the snowstorm summoned by the ice-type, nothing in the room could be seen by the normal eye. Thick fog and snow veiled everything, at least until the attack was presumed complete. In its wake, the Guraena, encased in a sizable block of ice. Eyes still gleaming crimson, fangs still bearing cockily from within. Even frozen solid, the dark-type held its eerie composure.
Jun 28, 21:00:17Glacia: Oh man.
Jun 28, 21:00:24Guraena: Hm?
Jun 28, 21:00:33Glacia: The post, wooow~ Nice baby~
Jun 28, 21:00:39Guraena: Mhm~
Jun 28, 21:00:52Glacia: Always gets me excited when I see you battle.
Jun 28, 21:04:50Guraena: <3
Jun 28, 21:05:05Glacia: <3
Jun 28, 21:29:18Glacia: Ugh... Wincing in pain, she took in a deep inhale of the cold air. The assaults thrown at her made her unstable on her feet, grunting and spitting out frozen blood. Her hands went to the spots where she received damages from the dark-type, wincing again. Fuck... That bastard even left a burning feeling on her flesh. No, she won't go down just yet. The stance he was in... Why was he so calm?! Even with the shards piercing his body and the blood spilling onto the ground... He acted as if it was nothing! Was he trying to make her angry or was she really that weak? Man, he already picked up on her abilities; no matter... Glacia was rather pleased that he caught on her hasten ability to drop the temperature.

Jun 28, 21:29:31Glacia: If there was anything left standing in the room, then it must have been by luck. The snowstorm destroyed anything in it's path; freezing everything and shattering things onto the frozen floor. The two of them sure made a mess in the cafe, ah well~ The Blizzard had died down and she motioned towards the dark-type, dealing with the hail that brushed against her skin. Good, her attack was able to freeze him, though... Falling down onto her knees, her arm over her stomach as she throws her head forward. Coughing blood onto the ground and wincing in pain from the aftermath of his attack. She canted her head towards the being frozen inside the block of ice.
Jun 28, 21:29:33Glacia: That fucking cocky look on his face and the fire in his eyes. ...It sent shivers down her spine and just as the ice-type was about to finish him off with another Blizzard, her eyes grew heavy. The cafe became blurry before her visage turned white. With a soft thump onto the snow covered ground, there laid Glacia in a small pool of blood, battered from the battle. Seemed she wasn't quote strong yet nor did she have any power- using it all on the snow storm to unleash a second one. Once the ice-type finally fainted, the temperature in the room started to rise again. The snow and hail stopped raining down, the ice melting and evaporating, the room becoming warm again.

Jun 28, 21:52:23Guraena: Frozen in a solid block of ice. Well, seems like the dark-type was over and done with. The room returned to its normal composure, warmth returning as the sleek sheets of ice decorating the room soon melted to fine liquid. Though... a flicker of light eminated from that block. A red tint, foaming from the gijinka's mouth. Soon, the mawwing rows ablazed, fangs piercing a bright orange as the ice around its face dripped. Inceasing the flame on his tongue until the frozen water became brittle— his hands twitching slightly, limbs loosening from the failing icceberg until the entire casing shattered into shards and flames. A huff of fire rolled off Guraena's tongue, grinning his fangs whilst the fire doused into a small simmer.
Jun 28, 21:52:31Guraena: Drenched, freezing, his body held stiff from the cold trap. His advance was slow, staggering, but the emotionless gaze he held never changed from the moment he was trapped. Now, where were we? A look downwards, the ice-type clenching on for dear life in her own puddle. Guraena sneered, even offered he a chuckle of amusement afterwards! "Heheheh... so, you really do have some fight in you. Suppose you aren't as useless as I had pegged you before..." A kneel down to her level, gripping the ice fox tightly by her neck and glaring into her orbs. Seems he wasn't done figuring this one out. Far from it. His grip tightened, stoic staring through the drenched mane covering his vision.
Jun 28, 21:52:32Guraena: Though, it was hard to ignore those hellfire eyes, gleaming from behind the dark curtains of his hair. The fear in her eyes only reinforcing his grip. "So, tell me... This... mate of yours..." Face coming closer, and closer to hers. Enough for his senses to take in every smell of hers. The closer he got, the further back he forced the poor girl back, guiding her closer and closer to the ground on her back. "Tell me." The first time his eyes shifted in intent. "Did you love them?" This time... who knows what was processing in his mind.