The Flower and the Weather Beast

They'd agreed to meet at Bein Beach, a part of the beautiful stretch of beaches common to the South of the Gateway, sometimes referred to as the "Beach of the Mists" due to the low-lying clouds abundant in the area during its many splendid mornings and certain times at night. Its shores are also littered with rocks and large boulders whose surfaces are drawn or etched with unknown formations lost to to the knowledge of the land but believed to be glyphs which when activated could be utilized to use the powers of.

The so-called 'Split' was first to arrive, storm eyes scouting about, the grey in them shifting in tone and colour. He was alone. For now. That was fine. He was not in any hurry to meet 'her' anyway. They had all the time in the world today...

He had immediately stripped off his coat, the shirt underneath that as well, kicking off his boots into the Transit. Stretching arms and crunching knuckles, flexing his body to loosen up muscles as his toes felt the damp of the sands, the waters not too far off. Mist swirling around him.

A show of lines and stripes appeared on his back. Tattoos that seemed to look like tendrils wrapping him from behind, the tips of the slash marks as talons gripping the sides of his ribs and the good form of muscles there. Where was she? It had been a long while since they had d a n c e d. Never yet on a formal battlefield as this was. He was beginning to get impatient.

Somehow the Weather Beast in him was excited. Must be how the King and Chalice felt. She was a doll with fangs. He expected nothing less. And today he had her all to himself...

She descended in a flurry of petals, random flowers growing perpetually in her long tresses, graceful hands tapping a Pearl strung upon a main strand of her locks as she dragged out from in it the pair of Golden Rajang swords, a seed germinating in her hair with it as she kept the small plant cushioned there like many others. She fluttered from her place towards her spot, sandalled feet and a smile on her lips. He had chosen a beach and good atmosphere. Cold and damp like a storm was about to come in and wrap the area in gloom. Well she was going to be here with him...

"Aloo Vancey," she waved happily at him from afar, a flutter of short skirts that made her look all the more vulnerable and worth taking care of.

But then her appearance was always a deceiving point.

As she dropped to a serious stance, slashing both swords out and flipping them into a tight grip, everyone should know she was never going to be an easy target. The glint of fire in her rose-coloured eyes spoke volumes about how experienced she was in matters pertaining to guerres and battle.

This should be lovely.

Here they go...

Dropping into a crouch, he let his feet burrow into the wetness of the sands, where from the makeshift platform gathered under the soles of his feet he had bounded forward, speeding, being part of the Feline Species of the Creature Classes, a natural runner. Gathering static in places and from the air all over that, a few of the smaller stripes on him had began to glow. Albeit dimly. That as he slashed one hand forward, the wind cleaved into two by his claws as the nails there sharpened out. Another sudden slash to break the two from below, splitting those further down.

He did a bullet through the halves and quarters, going ahead of them in fact, arriving with an aim to connect a right punch in first, then left, body spinning to dropkick, followed by talons that sank to earth. Walloping the same and leaping backwards in time to avoid his prior setup.

More static drawn in as he moved. A few more lines glowing as a result indicating a charge as, above, the mist was pooling in clouds. The gloom was on its way...

She kept her rose eyes trained on him, and when he began to move, her immediate instinct was to move a few steps backwards herself. Not fleeing though, just making space, gliding her swords together to gather the static as he was doing, feeling the distortion in the air as it split multiple times by his doing.

But then she knew him to pull a stunt and did one indeed as he went ahead of his own attack, reminding her of Chalice really, a fist seen flying that she spun from, darting the next to catch the kick by the flatside of her swords and glide it off, leaping up to rising with his next hit to avoid it, using the Weather Beast's own outstretched arm as a springboard to be tossed back from as he walloped off.

She landed in a slide on the sands, scattering them and petals and seeds, but not staying put as she zoomed easily back to aim a sweep of slashes after him, though seeing the initial winds coming her way, postponed that to scissor cut in, dragging the blades outwards to raise some wind-wrapped shields of her own. The few seconds allowed her to drift back, then fence her way through by making a point of one sword, spinning forward to drill through the blocks of wind as he had dived into their gaps to reach her before, chasing after the Weather Beast, sheathing her swords into dirt and throwing them up with a heave...

That was relatively easy, he was sure, storm eyes catching her pursuing, not at all afraid, still such a graceful Flower. Not to disappoint then. He let the clouds rumble and roll, the first few stripes on him glowing brightly this time which meant it was just about that moment.

The Weather Beast called lightning downwards, four streaks, one homing in on him as two swerved one after the other, crashing with the earth she had flung and then intending for her the next. The last falling a distance behind the Fighting Muse and coursing forward to trap her hopefully between. A hand caught the fourth. It was pushed into himself, Vance sliding on his heels and bracing down, inhaling deeply. Then blasting that lightning forward with a scream.

A larger throw than the rest. Engorged by his own reserves within as even more static gathered around, the storm brewing thicker above...

She didn't expect him to lightning her off this early. But what was lightning when she was more cautious of the storm above? Swords at the ready, she summoned the normal tendency of her Rajang Blades, pooling lightning in them by the Creature Class' own volition to merge with her male counterpart's.

The Muse stood her ground then as the earth she had sent broke and crumbled, letting the lightning streaks in. In a scatter of petals and flowers about, she thrust both blades inside, using them like rods to then swing the force around and slam it against the streak fallen behind her, hopefully offsetting that, twisting in time to see the Weather Beast blast the last strike towards her.

She flung herself directly into its path. Not suicidal. It's so she can stab the Rajang Blades forward into that blast as well, angling them from the sides diagonally so as to pierce the head of the beam with and then with a forceful flick outward, channel the lightning off of her and to the sides instead.

Some of the petals bristled into iron, but those were so she could use them to draw the rest of the electricity off. She swirled them around her, large blooms falling from her hair to carry the heat with them, the Muse spinning on a toe to catch these said flowers and one, two, three -whip them forward into lines. Small comets that caught fire, raining down from the sky.

She slipped back a bit more. Just some caution and again she had scratched the earth with her swords, metal seeds scattering around...

He had caught the fourth streak but instead of sending that into himself, he allowed it to consume him. Consume him until he had disappeared with the light.

The Weather Beast then emerged. Somewhere else other than where he was anticipated to be. Reaching from the streak that dropped behind her to carry the teleported lightning. He had drawn the fourth streak inside his own body immediately. Absorbing it that his stripes glowed a fierce colour. Belting it out towards her direction while his claws sank back into the one he had materialized from. Sinking his talons in it to split the force there and then clap lightning after the one he had screamed out. Electricity spun in pillars as the somber clouds became an angry darkness.

Still far from what he needed. Not yet with these. Not yet...

She had flung the approaching streaks backwards to meet the third, but this had perhaps only been absorbed by the Weather Beast as he emerged from that, blasting her with lightning from behind instead. With little time to react, she de-conjured her swords to free her hands and run fingers through her hair in a command to grow in profusion the Grape Ivy stored there, the smallish vines germinating into the iron similar to her namesake and creating a cushion before her. Something to catch the streak with, allowing it to throw her back so she could distance herself from the Weather Beast for now. Using something so fragile to vine whip the blast off as it was weakened eventually by the space between them, running forward again with the plant crawling down both arms and dragging earth as she ducked in the centre of his pillars, spinning on her toes to dome the Grape Ivy over her head and, in a dismantling move, forcing them outward, flinging the pillars out as well, with no idea where they had smashed into.

She leapt forward to meet him, spinning one vine whip over her head to crack it down as she dragged the other up from the side to hurl the nearest boulder at him, whipping the two vines outward in a hurry, withering them into a large mass in her hands and, in one air punch and another, send the leaves and stems, portions of the metallic plant, towards the male Trinity.

Before the blades conjured in her palms again and struck each other, creating that spark, lighting the two projectile masses into flames, making an effective wall of fire headed his way. Best prepare now since the sky did not look too good. She turned her swords back so the blades lay flat on her arms instead as two fingers from both hands combed through her hair, taking something out.

She needed to give him something extra special...

She had danced herself through his attacks. Had he thought she could not?

As lightning coursed its way about the heavens above, he called forth the thunder. With that carrying rain that began to drench the already damp sands in small patches then larger then wider over a range. He advanced towards her as the skies were making the harsh winds blow. The lightning pillars crashing to explode ground and boulders that he also had to curve and parry from.

He slid past the first crack of her whip but smashed a fist through the boulder sent with the next. Spreading the large portions of rock as he tucked himself in and covered against the outward motion of her whips. She had gathered them into herself now. He had to ready for this. And certainly enough, the massive metal portions of the plant rolled his way.

Fire. He would never forget that she was capable of that. He clawed at the air, gripping something from the atmosphere as he skid to a stop by a foot and in a sudden clap --BOOM!-- sent thunder to meet her wall of flames. The rain shifted with that. Lightning veined the skies again and this time aimlessly fell without him telling them to.

This prompted the Weather Beast to weave through as he also paced his way, like a bullet darting here and there. Where was she in the anarchy? He gathered the thunder, accumulating the sound in an anticipation to meet whatever she had in mind head on. Storm eyes looked up at the heavens. Almost there...

Lightning was falling in like crazy that the ground was going to be a bit hard to run onto. Using her Rajang swords, the Fighting Muse speared the blades over either side of her, using the Creature Class' innate ability to draw the electricity over and away from the ground she was stepping on before that actually became too inconvenient, spotting her Protector at a distance charging his thunder.

She tapped another pearl in her hair, and this glowed green, before the vessel faded to release two light emerald swords in her hands. The Garden Dragon's blades. She clasped them firmly as she slashed the sand before her with them left and right, sending inward cross slices, outward, then more left and right right hits, aiming them towards where she supposed the Weather Beast was, a series of largely leafed plants growing to wash over Vance.

She stabbed them into the earth, trunks breaking though the surface to rise in a slanted fashion and carrying or displacing anything along the path she'd made. The Fighting Muse was gunning closely behind this, sending strikes from below so that the trees became debris that flung the other Trinity's way. Fresh leaves, and stems and certain cuts from the vegetation...

He was aware that she had done this before. The Rajang after all had excellent command of its lightning faculties especially in a mode of rage that it could be used in so many ways especially since it was always in that said mode almost all the time. Good for the Muse. A challenge for him. Watching as the swords protected her and allowed a chance for her to switch Arsenals instead. Wise call.

The Emerald Blades of the Creature Class next materialized into her hold and he knew where she was aiming this. Immediately he released his pent-up thunder. To ensure safety, the Weather Beast clapped the sound down to the same places she was aiming her swords at, dismantling, hopefully, his opponent's attempt to send a forest his way. But he had to follow her movements else it would still be a hassle. He slashed with his arm a boom to meet the Flower's prior slices as they descended. All in one sweep that extended from the left to right, as he cleared them from hitting the sands and implant themselves there. Mimicking her movements by his as well so that he caught the cross-slashes into a boom before he broke into devouring his own skill and screaming it out towards her direction. That should drown the slashes as she had dragged them out.

Wasn't out clear yet just yet however.

It's difficult to be trapped where she had hurriedly sent in those mutilated plant parts. Vance had to make the exchange now. He let one larger lightning stripe drop and used that to distract the paths as he dived through the mass of fresh nature before they hit. Deciding to go through the lightning itself as it coursed again between them and through the centre of her last attack. The Weather Beast crossing his arms before his face to avoid any further damage.

He needed to reach her. He would not let anything get in the way of his goals though at the next seconds he was just riding a dying tower of electricity towards his quarry for now. Fist breaking into claws as the tattoos on his back glowed to redirect him from being electrocuted...

The lightning put a halt on her plans and she would not have that. Resummoning her Golden Blades, she flung the Garden Dragon's swords upwards, grabbing hold of both the Rajang's to sprint forward through the curve of electricity, spearing the blades aimed above and below the lightning strikes in an attempt to cut them off from the heavens and cancel it out. That before she had caught the Emerald Arsenal and slashed them together, causing the cuttings and plant parts to germinate into new trees, branching out to trap who or what was in their midst. They were compressing and restricting all around.

She pushed back a distance, like the blossom she is, drifting, marking the ground beneath her feet and dropping petals and seeds, all of which began to burrow and root while more flowers began to crown her locks...

Sacrifice. The Weather Beast decided the last minute to halt the storm all too suddenly that the immediate disperse of it caused a violent disturbance in the atmosphere. As if the world was vacuumed to a hush. The swords passed onto nothing. The Split tucked himself in to make them miss his head and feet. As instead the wet weather was condensed into something else: water. A most abundant of elements as he summoned squalls, erupting these unexpectedly from the skies to expand the compression of her plants and trees.

He burst out of the commotion, hurling the squalls after her as he skid sideways to mark the ground the same way then in a summon quickly invert the setting. As if darkness began to be light and light was darkness. The wet storm became really dry at his call. A contained desert resulted out of this said drying after the water squalls would eventually fade into the sea where they normally belonged to.

He moved his wrists around him and gestured with his hands. It looked like he was stirring the earth with his movements, a small circle of wind blowing and swirling only to raise the beginnings of a sandstorm all over. Storm from Below. With a hard slam of a foot, the surface was displaced, the lack of water making a blast of sand tide over him. And her as well in a sense, to cover the entire location...

The Fighting Muse knew what she was getting into. At least she did not have to worry about drying her clothes off after this. But sand -not something she liked getting onto her person but then she had expected as much.

De-conjuring all her swords, she fell on a hand and knee, dropping a summon to the seeds scattered earlier and growing from them a large Mangrove, roots bursting to dig deep and hard, her own hand grabbing branches while it sprouted to use similar to a slingshot and be whipped out of harm's way as the squalls rampaged through. She twisted past the watery towers before they could drown her in, turning a glance back at her tree, though she knew it should withstand that, like it does along the shorelines.

The Fighting Muse herself slid to the side so she could face the Weather Beast, turning to a stop on her feet, gliding a little. She stood straight and flipped her flowery hair back, a hand on a hip.

'Bring it', was the challenge in her rose eyes as she grew four more plants, but Elephant Trees this time, to weather the sands, doming them over her as she retreated behind and inside them. They did go well in a desert environment.

Elsewhere, the Mangrove had retreated into its seed state as the seas dissolved the Split's attacks. Nature at its peak...

He let it rise. These sands and its loose manifestation. Reaching higher and higher, the Weather Beast himself driving the assault with the gesture of his hands. Feet planted firmly to earth as he parted the dry tide and multiplied them.

She had hidden behind her natural walls. The defensive of her Everbloom had always been impressive. Something difficult to break through but there was a way. Commanding the sand storm, Vance raised and parted the pillars of his summon into smaller sections. Sharpening their ends and making them curve, creating spears that was hardened by the Threads connected to his soul. He forced them downwards. A throng of arrows and pointed weapons all sent towards the Fighting Muse. He did not stop there.

As these were landing, the Split was marking the earth with his bare feet, connecting arcs and circles together. Then with a step backwards and a leap, he had landed by his soles and upped a disruption from there. The earth exploded in spikes from deep under. Starting from that point he had chosen intending for his opponent. A trap above and below. Taking advantage of the influence of his Creature Class...

Well the Weather Beast would not be the only one who would take advantage of his Creature Class. None of the Men should ever forget who it was that maintained the Garden that in turn maintained them all.

Calling unto her own Creature then, the Fighting Muse uttered her summons and slammed her palms rather hard onto the trunks of the trees around her.

"Trigger: Bloom!"

What did that do again? A smile played on her lips as beneath her the ground shook. This was not only due to Vancey's incoming attack, but also to the fact that the roots of the trees were now overgrowing. The Elephants themselves were spreading out and expanding farther and farther in a circumference, more trees rising left and right, front and behind her, crowding her out of view. The Flower had now entirely vanished, into the womb and centre of this forest.

But no, it was not at all just a forest was it? This was something else: an oasis. Literally right smack at the very midst of the male Trinity's storms. Something that could hopefully withstand the whips of the sands and winds.

For good measure, she added an element into the mix, with a graceful swipe of her fingers upon those trunks, making sure to tap all about the vegetation that covered her.

Everything hardened and sharpened. Everything became metallic as the sands crashed down and around.

An iron oasis had emerged, safely protecting the lone Fighting Muse in its core, one who had just tapped her pearls yet again, a pair of blades conjuring in her hands...

When she defends herself, she defends herself well. The Weather Beast had to come up with a new approach real fast and decided to make it dive. The sands in his call all made to sink into the ground suddenly instead of making a direct hit. Sent deeper into the earth to burrow and then bounce upwards. Fast and thundering through like an earthquake. The aim was simple: to uproot the whole iron oasis if it would be possible.

With a gesture splitting the sands below and making them spin. Like drills that bore tunnels, the aim was to bore through the oasis itself. Just in case, he grasped at the sounds from both sides of him and compressed that. Here was one more sonic boom as he swallowed the concentration whole and breathed.

In case he was able to crack that fortification, he'd release the blast. The target would be his opponent that was in the middle of that stronghold. If not to break the defense entirely, to ruffle the pretty Flower's hair at least...

The earth was shaking, the ground beating with a thunder she had definitely heard before. Had she not battled many times by their side to realize what these were? The Muse gathered herself. The oasis was in peril but then not really. She had a plan.

"Trigger: ..." a hanging prep and the trees seemed to bristle and thorn. And then even before his sands could touch her formidable fortress of nature from neath the surface, she released it,"...Uproot!"

The entire oasis warped and swirled around her, a hazardous and quite jagged twister of tree parts that had shredded itself ~leaves, branches, bark, roots and all~ becoming small portions that cut through the air, and would have cut through her except she had dived into the center of it and bulleted with the Uproot towards Vancey, spinning to make her own momentum and force the projectiles to spread out. The sands had nothing to target. They also left their summoner open for her.

But damned that pesky thunder. What to do? What to do? She has not done it yet has she?

The massive collective of her iron oasis would fall to meet whatever he dished her way, but she herself would fall short behind it. The Muse had thrust her hand forward and zoomed. By the point of a Sable Blade she had earlier readied, having created a pin-prick with its tip and vanishing into it...

There was nothing he could do about that Uproot supposedly. The move more or less just threw his burrowing sandstorms out of tangent. The Weather Beast was not one to have less preparation however...

He held the thunder in, biting down, slamming a foot to earth that displaced the sands below. They burst earlier than the intended target. Rising through to make jagged the surface paces before where he was. His aim now was to catch the tornado. Or have that meet a wall of sand to lessen the momentum of it. To help his defense, Vance stepped back and breathed. Before blasting out the thunder full force to shove the sands at the Fighting Muse's attack, leaving him breathless, but there was no time to spare.

He doubled a retreat, back-flipping through as each time he touched the surface, sandy columns would rise in his wake. Then he sent the summon to his skill above. The Storm Below slowed towards silence as the Storm Above paused previous restarted. Doubling in haste in its intensity as the winds howled and the lightning fell once more. Rain poured, mixing with the sands, making mud. Caution. Things will be getting slippery.

Now all he needed to wait for was the Fighting Muse. The marks all over his back glowed fiercely. Claws at the ready. His bare feet feeling for anything that may touch the ground around him. Hair a mess with storm eyes reflecting the weather rages all over him...

She actually zinged upwards, appearing conveniently above the Weather Beast to make a massive slash going downwards with the Garden Dragon Blade, that being wide enough to cover her form like a shield before she split it in half with a horizontal slice of the same make, conjuring the other twin of the sword to cross-slash that, making diagonal marks in the shape of an X. Then in a whirl, she split the snowflake with two circles, one larger than the other blooming outward, making halves of the halves and halving even that. To finish, she let herself bullet forward in a fall, a sword thrust fiercely onward to break at the point of it all and send the multitude of slashes like an arrow aimed directly at Vance, herself riding its trails before she had decided to fall backwards in a blast and land a distance off. She needed to bridge the gap.

She launched forward, spinning through the rain and, throwing out silks to both sides where she left the first pair of swords to the mercy of, the folds clasping the blades by their handles and she was likewise clasping fingers together to volley down seeds that evolved to seedlings then to small shrubs and then massive trees that she was directing towards the Split. One, two, three, four--tall things sprouting root systems and much green on the surface. Only to attack at close-range after the distraction, pearls alight to spear out her golden blades that she had caught with her two hands, thrusting in once, slicing down, slashing up, thrusting out, spinning so the folds spun in and cut at least twice each, reversing on a heel and having them spin the same way out, only so she could flick them back and she could scissor her way inside, wrists adjusting so the slash outward was a horizontal, stepping back so the folds could scorpion tail the blades in. She darted them back in reverse, slicing upward only so she could clap the golden swords together from above and below, legs bracing herself as a sudden explosion of lightning burst from the collision. Which she conveniently dragged outward, the lightning splitting into two streaks coursing towards the Split as she threw the swords back to be caught by two more Silk Folds, the Emerald ones of the Garden Dragon flung into her grasp this time and she sank them to the wet earth.

She doubt that would kill him so she had made all preparations: "Grow!" and there was a rumble as she whipped them out and left a hanging summon, "Trigger..." this would be the decisive moment...

Here she came falling.

The Protector summoned into earth. At the tip of her arrow of slashes he raised some manner of rocky cover over his head and flung that away, redirecting the hit to a rock nearby that broke upon impact. Twenty four more at least headed his way which he leaped four out of, slashes missing his body by a hair. Raising another pillar to snake over himself and dislodge the aim of the next four. Diving backwards to flip over the next set. Slamming hands to the ground to throw muddy walls up, arms arching out to fling another four off, then the next. Launching forward from the last of the Higanbana Petals landing to close the distance between them. Same way that she was doing. He was meeting her halfway.

But watching out for trees. He parried the evolving flora, ducking through the first, flipping out of the second. Letting the third hit before him to use its growth as leverage to skip over the fourth, claws out as he reached his aim. The rain was becoming bothersome even for him. Thick and chilling.

But storm eyes could see clearly as she had thrust in. He met that with talons, letting the blade drag over. Water helping to let them slip. Throwing the slash upwards suddenly as she was making the movement to clash with her other slice down, allowing her own to stop the hit. Sliding back against mud as she pulled back herself. Yet this was far from over. This graceful Flower does not know the meaning of stopping.

The Split gathered his thunder and ballooned it, letting that catch her succeeding attempts, weaving a sandy spiral around himself to collapse the reverse. The tips of the blades gliding just before him that he cussed out. She was scissoring in. Lightning clawed upwards met that, another in case she followed it up. In which she definitely did, the slashes out slamming him with equal force. Something above. He used the water this time, gathering the rain to burst, aimed to stray her scorpion folds. Aimed to stray her. Seeing the Fighting Muse dart backwards and clapping the swords to smack him with lightning.

The Protector let it.

But he had drawn it inside as if it were his own and right when the marks on his back glowed full of it, blasted it back towards the source. The heavens responding in kind. Heavy with the electricity that at the beat the entire sky fell into a lightning storm coursing the ground and electrifying everything its streaks could touch. Destroying the paths they took as he drove them forward...

The mass effect was rolling in. Based on previous experience, this was the sort of lightning that could easily erode through a location with its electricity, coursing over it like a wave. This one in particular was HUGE like most of its counterpart effects, and there was an equal chance it would also snag her along with it...if she would let it.

"Trigger:..."

Okay, match the wavelength or break through it. The former option was easily doable as the Fighting Muse banked upon the Rajang Blades, the flowers changing in her hair and taking on the blooms of a certain fruit whose seeds she had saved from All Hallows eve, an indicator that she was ready to plant.

The storm was coming.

There was a small window she could achieve this, and, timing it to the cluster sent her way by her own Protector, "...Pulse!" she let the swords explode into electric currents themselves, this meshing with the deadly setting to let it lapse over her just safely enough to allow her to drop those seeds and, with her Emerald Blades whipped back into her hands, bloom up the vines.

She deconjured the Garden Dragon briefly, wrapping her arms and Silken Folds around herself to let the said vines engulf her in a cocoon, the usual reaction of her plants to protect her.

The vines burrowed. Following her Garden Dragon's instincts, they went under with their cargo, breaking earth just under the line drawn by her own lightning blade, resurfacing where the lightning had passed to continue its rapid growth and suddenly release the Iron Flower, the plant becoming a small patch where small to large pumpkin fruits had sprouted, Emerald Blades materializing in the same instant as she danced in her garden, slashing from the left then right, cutting a circle outwards to cross slash then cut up, severing the pumpkins from their connection to the Mother Plant and round-housing some to hit others and make this billiard ball effect, the fruits rolling towards Vance's direction.

"Trick or Treat!"

More surprises than the Halloween Boxes. The pumpkins deteriorated and bloated out, exploding in more than one place...

And here he thought the season was already over.

The Lightning Mass had done their part but she had survived it like she always did others. A very stubborn Flower, this. Sprouting from natural adversity to bloom and grow. Too much perhaps as his storm eyes saw the many sized pumpkins rolling his way. Maturing much faster than they normally did. Deteriorating all the same and exploding. Gas. When things die, they become gaseous inside and she could ignite them. As she did now. Not good.

The Weather Beast was not going to chance it. With a different set of markings glowing on his back, he canceled out the dying storms on the field to make way for a new one which could blend the hot and the cold he had been pooling since they started. The wind started to blow really hard from the Northern side of the area. He was calling forth...a wind storm.

He weaved through large and small fruits as they exploded around him. Feet dragging upon the earth in swipes and slides as he darted left to right, right to left, crouching low in a familiar set of movements. The Ginga making the air swirl around him. Bundling and building around his arms and legs.

Then feeling that he had reached the centre of all this ripe orange to dead exploding destruction, he did a large sweep forward. Bringing the air to a solid wall. Dragging that back when he felt the defense was enough as he spun over, kicking off. Landing to a handstand, twisting hips. He did a split and spun himself. Grasping the storm and winding it around his form only to then release it in a burst.

The tornado was not as large as it should be. But it was enough. Its circumference grew from his point to expand outwards to hopefully blow everything away from him and back as he fell to his feet into a Paralelo, anticipating any further surprises...

That was rather effective, based on her calculations at least, as she watched the pumpkin fruits roll and tumble, exploding as they went. But then the Protector set himself on a counter she had thought he would take, anticipated, the storms drowning into nothing above and below them, with the winds blowing in rather unsteady by the minute. She was rather enjoying the rain, but then this means it was a different storm coming in because right on the dot, Vance was gathering air, twisting the element around himself in a dance.

Rather graceful, appearing like that, but then she should not be enthralled. She shook her head and deconjured the blades to hurriedly sweep her own palms around the pumpkin patch, overgrowing the leaves and tendrils, everything that was the plant. Soon enough the fruits were blown back right at her, large and small with circle of strong gusts proceeding them.

She should not stay in one place.

As the pumpkins exploded, the Fighting Muse hardened the patch and wound it upwards, the plant becoming a metal tower, and, since it would be dangerous to stay within that cocoon, she slammed a foot down and from the centre of the sealing patch grew a large stalk of Taraxacum, letting the vines wrap around it so it stayed steady at least for a few second before she exploded the florets and grabbed onto one of the largest, drifting off to safety above as the plants were demolished by the blasts below her.

She was glad to have kept a few weed seeds, chuckling to wave at the Weather Beast as she fluttered with the seed heads in the air.

This was fun. But their spar was at its end...

She had dropped off of her perch. Vance with a smirk saw her coming and blasted in with a slide to catch her in his arms, the flounce of her dress bunching to help cushion her fall. He immediately chuckled, "Hello there, beautiful Muse. Where have you been?"

She smiled up at him rather pleasantly, arms flung out to embrace around his neck once she was comfortable. "Around," she shared a most adorable giggle, the flowers in her hair growing in profusion once again, the petals beginning to tumble after his storm.

"Carry me home~?"

A princess. She was gently spoilt by everyone who loved her. Him included. This was a request he easily indulged. But then the aftermath, the destruction that appeared around them now as he held her quietly in that state. This was a fair reminder that they too were so equally matched.

What did she even needed his protection for, he wondered sometimes.

"All right. But make me tea."

"Surely Vancey," she smiled again and widely, before leaning up to kiss his cheek, tucking herself in to begin the journey back. "I had fun today."