Waiting [Vlaer, open]

[Quetzal]

Ragdar did not react well to being faced with water, Ri'Shei noticed. His movements were turning more barbaric as he did all he could to remove the barrier. The water did not leave, but the barrier disappeared, the water becoming just a blob in the air. Perhaps she had found something here. It seemed that both of them were not fans of getting wet, although there could well be more to this for Ragdar. She might be able to play this to her advantage. The slashes were surprisingly fast, a new level of fighting evoked in the Rider. The first couple she managed to avoid by darting back, but the next few struck. The dull pain of the blunted Arucane spread across her side, and she gave a grim smile. This spar was just getting more interesting.

Muttering a handful of word in the Ancient Language, the spartan sent the blob of water spraying out at Ragdar. It wouldn't hurt him much, the force and speed of the water doing the only damage, but if he hated water so much perhaps getting soaked would high on his list of things not to do. She hoped to use this as a distraction, jumping forward at a crouch to hit him on the left knee with one sword, other arm extended higher for his right arm.

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[Aelodil]

Ri'Shei guessed correctly and as the water hit him he sneered and used magic to turn him and everything on his person immune to fire and muttered a word or two before lighting himself. Those precious seconds he wasted were all that got Ri'Shei's hits to him, though he managed to partly deflect the hit to his arm, that bruised him from the sheer force of the attack. He stumbled back, sweating and breathing heavily. His arms at his side. He was very weary. He looked up, hoping to see the same expression on Ri'Shei yet saw nothing and therefore decided to go on.

His crimson eyes flashing in the fire on him, he realized he had slowed because of the fire.. yet he loved the fire and so used his Eldunaris' energy to sustain the spell. At the same time, he continued to watch Ri'Shei. He started up a chat,"A fine day indeed. Making me so mad--" he stopped and charged Ri'Shei straight on. His final charge, the strike to end it. And he swiped at her chest with the fury and power of a dragon.

[Quetzal]

Well. That certainly was some reaction.

There was no doubt she'd found his weakness here. Funny how a little water could anger him so much. Must be some deep-rooted thing from his past. She didn't like the rain, sure, but that was simply because she wasn't used to it, being from the desert. There was a fairy large margin to be found between annoyed sighs and setting yourself on fire before charging at someone like an enraged bull. Her attacks had hit and he looked tired, his attack now an all-out final strike. Ordinarily, it would be easy to move out the way of someone this angry and out of themselves, but the flames were a bit of a problem there. Ri'Shei wanted to nimbly slip past, grab his arm and use his own momentum to retrain him, but there were better things to cook than her hands.

The slightly crazed but determined look in Ragdar's eyes showed her he would not stop until he hit her. She had to leave this until the last moment to move, else he would simply change his course to hit her anyway. Water would be needed against those flames. Even if she used water, she could grab his arm, since he would no doubt not let himself go out, but of she gave herself a protective layer of water, it would absorb the heat from the flames to evaporate. She would be safe for a short time. Calling another barrier from the rain, this time she cloaked her right side, preparing to move. However, Ragdar was too fast.

As she moved away, his sword catching her side. It wasn't even the full force of the attack, and yet it winded her and pushed her away, exposing her left side to the flames. She quickly shifted the barrier, which promptly turned to steam with a loud hiss as she leapt to safety before the fire could hurt her. Clutching her side, she took deep breaths to refill the air that had been knocked out by the Rider. "Ragdar, you're letting your anger get the better of you," she strained to speak, "If you lose control due to anger, people will use that against you and it will be harder to win. A calm mind thinks clearer than one clouded by smoke from the fire of rage," she told him. It wasn't like her to give advise like this, but seeing as there was a battle coming up, there was more of a need to help even those better than her improve.

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[Aelodil]

All that Ri'Shei said fell on deaf ears. All that Ragdr could hear was the drowning cries of war. He would've continued to attack Ri'Shei however his Eldunari and Lenora quicjly brought him to his sense. His crazed crimson eyes gliterred in the fire and he removed the spell. He un-blunted Arucane, signalling the duel was over and sighed.

He healed his multiple bruises then looked at Ri'Shei with his unsettling crimson eyes. He knew she could handle her bruises, yet he felt he should do it for her as a sign of appreciation. He walked over and muttered a complicated string of words to heal her pain, drawing on Jura and Fundor and smiling, said,"Thank you Ri'Shei. It was a great duel." he said, surprisingly gentle a he sighed and plopped onto the ground.

[Quetzal]

Ri'Shei sheathed her own swords when she saw Ragdar doing the same. He had the sense at least to rest when he was tired. It surprised her that he healed her; he had been so into the duel, she had thought he would be somewhat bitter at not being able to defeat her easily. There was no winner from their spar, of course, but he had seemed so desperate to crush her after she had used water against him. Showing her own gratitude and appreciation to the Rider, she healed him in return. That tired her somewhat, but not too much. The fighting had taken a lot of energy out of her anyway, so a little more wouldn't do any harm.

She sat down next to Ragdar, glad to not have to move about just yet. It would be nice to have a chance to rest before they returned, especially since she guessed it would be via flying. "A good duel indeed," she agreed with him, "You're a good fighter. Must be a lot of pressure on you to be up to scratch, what with being a Rider and all. Nothing like a good spar to clear your mind, eh?" she grinned. She certainly felt a lot better for it, the dreary grey weight and boredom of nervously waiting for a battle to arise lifting slightly.

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