Ismail leaned slightly backwards, and brought his scimitar perpendicular to Marie-Lee. Though he was aggressive in many other ways of his personality, fighting was not one of them, and he would allow the girl the first strike. Now, though, not a thought ran through his mind. Running on "auto-pilot," so to speak, he prepared to defend from her inevitable attack.
Marie-Lee prepared for the incoming opponent, as she raised both her hands to defend from him. As he approached her, she ran up and met him. She ran quickly, swiftly and with an agile motion, the wind took force beneath her feet. She lept up in the air with a rapid rate and landed on his shoulder with one foot, and the other one on his head. Within the matter of a second, she pushed herself up in the air, with him as splint. She landed softly, like a feather, several meters behind him. He was her superior in all ways but one. It seemed like the only way she could defeat him, was step by step slowly. She awaited him to charge her again, again, ready to meet up and run in the opposite direction.
(I never said I attacked you, but I'll go with it.)
Ismail, having already made an attempt at an attack, decided it was time to go defensive. Raising his sword up over his head, he readied himself for an assault. His sweaty palms gripped the hilt of the scimitar tightly, and he was beginning to let his inner rage get the better of him.
[I thought when you said "auto-pilot" you meant that 😮 I am sorry]
Marie-Lee slowly walked forward, looking at her opponent who seemed to have picked up a defensive stance. She gave the crowd a fake smile, pretending she had everything under control. The only thing she could do now, was to try make him tired of defending. She held her hands and arms close to her body and started spinning in a circle. After a matter of seconds, she had assembled the strength of a northern wind. A powerful streaming wind came towards Ismail, strong enough to launch him trough the arena if he did not resist quick enough.
(It's ok.)
Ismail stood firm against the opening gust, but it began to wear him out. Slowly being pushed back, he decided to get out of the way. Using his last bit of resistance to the wind, he rolled to his left, thus separating himself from the gale. Now, he began to charge the girl, aiming his scimitar straight at her head.
Marie-Lee ducked from the strike that the fighter made at her, and with a swift motion, she ran her arms in a circle. The circle caused a wind to lift under the feet of Ismail, throwing him just over Marie-Lee's head simply like he had walked over an invisible bridge. Marie-Lee afterwards leapt backwards to make distance from Ismail. Again, taking a defensive stance she awaited Ismail to make the attack. This may not have been a crowd-friendly tactic to play, but she was well concerned of her well-being.
Marie spun around, causing a wind that made Ismail run just past her. She lept backwards as he passed her with an inch, keeping distance to him. She looked down at her outfit, noticing that he had torn the clothing open with his sword. Suprised, she did not know what to say. It was more than close of her being impaled. She tapped impatiently on the ground with her foot. She had not yet had one hit at him, but she could not run forever. It could end up with her being tired before him. That would be the end of her, no she needed to change her strategy.
Ismail would do his best to prevent Marie-Lee from changing strategy. Again and again, he slashed at her with immense force. He was only beginning to show the signs of fatigue, and figured he could outlast his opponent. His rage only grew as he continually attacked, and he was beginning to unlock the whole potential of his force.
As Grace entered the arena, her sword glew. She was enchanting it with divine powers and as she stopped, it stopped glowing. She looked down at the palm of her hand before clenching it, having a red layer of energy cover her body and armor, before slowly blending with her skin. She removed the unrestrained hair from her forehead and smirked, as she stared ready towards the opposite side of the arena.
Excited that it was his turn at last, Ice entered the arena and faced his opponent, he was shocked to see the last-minute entry. "Hmm...No idea what she can do, but he's telling me not to go easy on her. I think I'll take his advice, he can sense her power level after all." Ice prepared himself; he may have defeated Satan recently, but he didn't do it alone. Noticing her sword, he prepared himself and made his two signature Ice-swords, which had appeared in his hands. "No killing...no killing." he kept reminding himself in his head as he waited for their fight to start.
Grace stood still. Her eyes focusing on her newly entered opponent. Her hand grasping the handle of her sword and once again with a swipe of her hand, she moved hair away from her forehead. She took a couple of deep breaths and looked down for a moment. Around her, as she grasped her hand, a bright aura gained presence. She gave her sword a swing, just to warm up a little. Almost as a second skin, her body glew bright in holy magic and she was ready.
With a charge, she grasped her sword with both hands and held it upwards. As she closed in, she took a deep breath. She then leaped up in the air and closed her eyes, letting the powers of the Paladin push her. And with the speed of light, she was launched trough half the arena, appearing by Ice's side. She made a turn and kicked him in the back with the heel of her foot.
Ice's reflexes caused a cap of ice to appear where her attack was directed. This ice was unlike any other, for it was nearly impossible to break. "Nice try, but if it's speed you want..." Ice said before freezing the arm closest to her, giving himself complete control of his movements, and punching Grace in the side of her face with it; the attack had devestating force as well as light-speed swiftness. She wasn't the only fast one around here. "Then it's speed you'll have." Ice finished after completng his attack.
Grace was lauched to the side by the mere force of the strike, but not knocked of balance. She clenched her free hand and as she was about to smash the wall she landed in a golden web that appeared out of nowhere. It bounced her gently right up to her feet as she once more grasped her sword.
"So Ice was not simply a nickname? Let us test the ice"
Grace raised her hand towards the sky. A beam of the sun struk into her sword and she raised it straight upwards. After it started glowing bright, she made a swing and the entire field soil caught a yellow glow.
"Is it just me, or is it hot in here?"
She smirked as nearly instantly the arena heated up to a fair 150 fahrenheit. The floor, the air, the walls and even the roof caught heat. She stood cool as the source of the heat, observing Ice as she walked slowly towards him in a battle position.