Darkness In The City Of Lights [Yomi;FINISHED]

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

Much to the chagrin of Ilreg, his malicious ways were cut short by his prisoner. Feeling the wind pick up around him, Ilreg starred at Yomi intently while his long ivory hair blew wildly in the wind. Clenching his sword that he quickly grabbed from the ground, Ilreg begin to attempt at slicing into Yomi's neck until the word, "STOP." echoed in his ear. Interrupting his attack was a blast of energy, originating from the nearly naked woman, that sent Ilreg flying back.

Dazed for a second, Ilreg soard backwards from the blast, opening his eyes to find a safe place in which to land, which he found soon after. Tucking his knees into his chest and turning his sword out from his person, Ilreg regained his momentum, and after several airborrne rolls, Ilreg landed on his feet onto the frigid ground.

"No wretch, you are mistaken, you were done the minute my blood graced the filthy ground of this excrement rich travesty of a Realm." Ilreg said, standing to his feet. Clenching his sword in one hand, Ilreg raised his other hand in the direction of Yomi causing the ice chunks at her feet that weren't blown away from the explosion to levitate as he walked toward her.

Turning his palm upward, a murderous glint flash in Ilreg's eyes as he clenched his fist, causing the floating ice to burst into hundreds of sharp projectiles, flying toward Yomi who lie at the center of the blast radius. No sooner than his fist was clenched, Ilreg burst into a hurried run at Yomi, hoping to rend what the ice did not, sword steadily in his hand.

[Uesugi Yomi]

Yomi was ready this time, and she was not just going to sit there and allow Nectar to protect her. Again she ignored his words, this time without much of an effort, and she closed her eyes. There was nothing but movement and wind. The shield still going around her blew bits of frozen dust from the ground, and she could feel her opponent start to run as the wind that raced around her seemed to be blowing against something. Objects. Yomi's raven hair-- as she hadn't bothered to control Nectar's shield--was blowing wildly, but it was no matter. She blocked that out, too.

Nectar! she thought, beginning the exchange that she had planned in her mind. She began to move forward, Nectar retreating from her position as shield and reverting back to her weapon form, for her Kama. Using her own magic reserve, she kept a less powerful version of the same shield around her, one strong enough to block whatever it was she had felt the wind blowing against in the air in her previous position.

Still running, Kama raised, feeling Ilreg's movement in the momentous and chilled air, she struck, attempting to catch the tip of his sword in one of the holes on the blade of her left Kama, and making a curved swipe to the left side of his abdomen with her right before leaping back, making sure that most of any retaliation was prevented.

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

Ilreg was slightly caught off guard at the advance of his opponent. Cocking head sideways with a smirk on his face as he intercepted her attack, Ilreg met her head on, watching as some type of barrier prevented his projectles from hitting their intended target.

Making note of his opponents usage of barriers and constant reliance on familiars, Ilreg clashed weapons as two Kamas, appeared in her hands. Watching as Yomi attempted to control the momentum of his weapons, Ilreg forced his rapier through the hole of her kama as the other pierced the side of his body, ripping through his flesh with the wispy sensation of a small tornado.

Freezing his liquid blood around the weapon in his waist, Ilreg used the ice to steel the weapon into his waist, requiring a great deal of force on the part of its user to remove its solid form. As his blood froze, the crystiline icicles began to burrow into the smaller crevases of the weapon, making it more and more cold to the touch, as well as comprimising its integrity.

Not flinching at the pain in his side, Ilreg pressed the attack, his weapon breaking and pieces of the blade fell to the ground, as the remainder continued to follow through, piercing into Yomi's personal space as Ilreg twisted his hand while pulling his arm toward him, in an attempt to bring Yomi closer to himself. "I don't know whether this offensive is supposed to be strategic or out of desperation, but bringing your horrid face closer to my vacinity will be worth it when I rip your heart from you flat barren chest." Ilreg said, planting his feet firmly into the ground, using the earth to stablize himself, giving more force to his pull on his sword.

"Where is your man you ugly wretch, why hasn't he come to save you? Will you die, an ignoble death like your people, will no one tell the tale of the ugly bitch who foolishly decided to take up arms against Ilreg." Ilreg said, spitting his frozen blood into Yomi's face as he began to glow once more, focusing his energy, his hair blowing wildly.

[Uesugi Yomi]

Her opponent's rapier forced itself through one of the hols in her kama while the other of Yomi's weapons actually connected with his side. Yomi knew that this was no victory--he was merely injured, and she was sure that such a stubborn man would not be swayed to fatigue that easily.

Feeling the blood begin to freeze around her, Nectar attempted to change back, to remove herself from his side. However, her efforts only earned her the upper half of her body in its' wispy form. She tried to pull herself from his side completely, to transform fully as she hit the ground, but no such luck--his blood was tightening around her too quickly.

However, she was not through yet. "Master..." she said in a echoing voice, making her way to Yomi's ears. The man's blade shattered at the same time that Nectar decided to dissolve the second Kama's form and absorb it into herself, leaving nothing for her opponent to draw Yomi toward him with.

Yomi felt a sharp pain as the remainder of the sword, however, without her Kama to add friction to it or guide it, pierced her side as well, at the edge of her hip. He spat in her face, and she leapt back instinctively, closing her eyes and focusing her magic to make spores, like tiny bits of snow, appear in the air. They were poisonous, of course, but would serve the purpose of deterring him by reducing his energy.

Nectar, still stuck on the blade of the Kama in her Master's opponent's side, had absorbed her essence from the second Kama that Yomi had dropped and had grown larger, now looking as though she was some strange second being sprouting on the man's side. She, in her wispy and still entangled state, formed two arms and fingers with sharp claws on the tips, and without hestitation began to hack and slash at the rest of the man's body, though she could only extend her form to the front of his stomach and the middle of his back, moving her fingers too quickly and keeping the wounds shallow enough to not have her fingers stuck in the same predicament as the rest of her.

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

Watching as his sword pierced through nothingness as Yomi's blade fell to the ground from her weakened grasp, Ilreg's attack met with his opponents side, slashing her waist at the hip, Ilreg could only watch as the blood he spat missed his opponent as she leaped backward. Realizing that the initiative was no longer in his possession, Ilreg felt the growth on his side growing more and more malignant, as he still leaned into the direction of particles conjured into the air. Diserning that they did not belong to him, the still glowing Ilreg stumbled as he tried to stop himself to no avail, the particles had come into contact with the skin on his face.

"What manner of filth is this?!" Ilreg said as the apparition on his side to a solid form, mercilessly stabing and tearing into his side. Blood and sinew began to fly from the Dragons side as he fell to one knee, the skin on his face forming pustules, bubbling and oozing as he clenched his fingers into the earth. As the flesh around his eyes began to swell, Ilreg let out a blood curtling roar, holding himself up with one hand, "You... you... wretched bitch, what manner of sorcery is this? Do you think your futile toxins can stop me?" Ilreg yelled at the top of his lungs, taking his other hand and wrapping it around the newly formed neck of the solid sprite that tore into his flesh.

Squeezing with all his might as he clenched his teeth on his swollen, puss dripping face, Ilreg unleashed much of the energy he had been accumulating into the physical form of the being, sending a rapid surge of frigid energy into the sprites person, causing it to explode violently, its essence dispersed erratically throught the ether by the Dragon's foreign magic. Shakily standing to his feet, Ilreg stood, wobbly from the effects of the poison, "Where is your familiar now whore?" Ilreg said as he formed icy talons around his fingers. Grasping the top of his forehead, Ilreg ripped into his skin, tearing his own face off, his icy touch froze it solid as he tossed it aside, shattering into dust as his hit the ground, blowing away in harsh wind.

Breathing deeply, Ilreg chilled his blood, slowing down his metabolism to curb the effects of the poison, as his innate magics began to heal the wound in his side as well as reform his face. "Now... I... am angry..." Ilreg said with his still forming lips moving, his gore exposed for a moment as the veins around his eyes were pumping blood into his oculars. The muscles in his cheeks repaired themselves as a veil of smooth, white scales covered skin formed on his face, covering exposed flesh and bone. As the last remnants of his damaged nose and regal countenance fully formed, Ilreg exhaled as his breaths became more shallow in the cold air.

Walking toward Yomi, Ilreg willed the icy shards of his broken sword into several frozen knives that floated next to him. Stopping, Ilreg kicked Yomi's prostrate Kama far away as he stood before her, 10 feet away from his opponent. Shielding his body with an inch of ice that covered his entire figure, Ilreg held his ran toward Yomi, commanding his knives to fly at her in a linear progression at an amazing speed, each tip meeting the tail of another as Ilreg was just behind the last, intent to finish Yomi.

[Uesugi Yomi]

"Ew," was all that Yomi said in terms of Ilreg's reaction to her spores. They were supposed to affect him on the inside, irritate his organs and cause swelling. If it only affected the outside, that must have meant that he had thick skin or...something magic protecting his insides. Hm. This was an interesting find. If and when she got back the castle, she would have to test out this particular poison on thick skin or outer shelled organisms to see what the results would be.

When Nectar exploded, Yomi decided not to worry. She would just have to try to keep herself out of trouble until the sprite could collect herself. Then he began to speak, asking what was happening until he realized that he had been poisoned by her spores. Yomi smirked, for once actually happy about an experiment that included conclusive results. However, while she was smirking she was gathering power, trying to store something to use later.

However, her opponent repaired his face rather quickly--she was surprised that he was able to regenerate, but happy that it gave her some extra time.

Then suddenly, he stood, ready to fight again, and she braced herself. His sword, which had been broken, was now floating. It was this that made Yomi wary, and she willed her own wind magic into solid four pointed shuriken, eight in total and four in each hand.

He ran at her suddenly, encasing himself in ice as a shield, and she threw her shuriken, one at the row of knives flying toward her and the othe seven at Ilreg himself to try to dent his icy shield.

"Aah! Tch," she cried out, as her shuriken missed the last knife and it hit arm at the shoulder. Jumping back further, she blew her wind around her at lightning speed, creating an offensive barrier around her that could mince a log. However, she kept a defensive stance, knowing that her opponent was angry, still gathering energy.

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

As Ilreg grew closer to Yomi, she launched a barrage of shurikens at him, surrounding herself with a fierce column of air after one of Ilreg's knives had drew her blood. Ilreg took note of one his missed shards on the ground as it was minced into pieces by the sharp winds of Yomi's shield, the twirling winds acting as a vortex, pulling small pieces of debris into her path. Watching as his assessment daggers did their job, Ilreg could feel his shield's integrity compromised with every hit from the shurikens, finally forming the cracked and damaged parts of the shield into a polearm several feet long into his hands by melting and quickly reforming the ice.

Slowing his pace, Ilreg tightly grasped his weapon to strengthen it's integrity, and began the slow process of attempting to shove it through the wall of vicious wind. Watching as the outer portions were milled into both sharp crystals and fine powdery snow, Ilreg tenaciously pressed his attack, glowing faintly as he slowly stepped forward to control the way the pieces broke of his polearm. Still holding on, Ilreg focused part of his energy into fortifying the polearms, while storing the other, his faint blue aura growing brighter by the second.

Numerous sharp and deadly objects were now adrift in his opponents sheild of air, fly around rapidly as Ilreg's previously lengthy polearm was reduced to half its size. As he grew closer to the firece wind, his hair blew wildly about his face, grunting as removed his polearm from the grasp of the sheild. Taking several steps back, Ilreg braced his foot and sprited at Yomi, still holding the half sized polearm. Extending the length of the polearm and sharpining the tip by reshaping the ice by sheer force, Ilreg stabbed the cold earth and used the pole to vault himself in the air.

Now vertical, many feet over his opponent, Ilreg held one hand over Yomi, and poited the other skyward. With his hand over Yomi, Ilreg clenched his fist, commanding the icy spikes to fly into the shield's caster, his other hand pointed toward the sky, releasing a torrent of cerulean frozen energy into the sky, the sound of the explosion released from his palm deafing all the sounds on the ground. As the blast continued screeching skyward, Ilreg was blown back from the force, twisting his body midair, Ilreg landed on the ground sliding his feet, using his hand to slow himself.

Standing now as the sky began to slowly grow brighter, Ilreg formed another rapier in his hand, "When I finish with you, I will personally kill everything that moves in this damndable place. There will not be a trace of your meager existance when I finish, other than your heart which I will personally deliver to Sanada myself. Prepare to die." Ilreg said, standing in the cold wind.

[Uesugi Yomi]

Yomi watched in indignation as Ilreg used the broken pieces of his shield to form a polearm, but Yomi aws confident that it would not be able to breach her shield. As he gathered his strength forming his weapon, Yomi was still storing power. She could see that he was as well, his aura growing strong enough for her to make up a faint blue outline along his person. Yomi pulled with her wind magic, shaking her sleeves and watching as two Kama--designed differently from that of Nectar's form, as they were painted gold and not silver--fell from them, grasping them as tools as she pressed forward. Her shield would either rip his weapon to pieces or she would push close enough to cut him.

As she stepped forward, debris were becoming caught in her shield, something she hadn't accounted for but would use as an additional defense. Her opponent tried again to run the shield with his weapon, but it was now reduced to half of its size. Then he took steps back, using magic to restore the polearm before sprinting, jumping over him. It was unexpected, but Yomi turned swiftly, his backing up having been an alert to her, ready for whatever he would throw at her.

Or so she thought.

He was directly above her when it happened. He threw spikes at her, which she was expecting even from any angle, and she knew that her shield would take care of it. But that was when he lanched, with his free hand, another attack toward the sky. Yomi wasn't sure what it was, but it was so ridiculously loud. She grasped her ears as they began to ache--she felt like she was deaf--she didn't know what was going on. She looked up at the sky, to the male above her, to see him still launching the screech. But it was too painful for her to do anything but bear it. Even her shield couldn't protect her from this.

"Aah!" there was a scream suddenly, and she wasn't sure where it had come from. It was a muffled scream, as her hearing was returning to her. She looked above again, for her enemy, and didn't see him there at all. Frantically, she ripped her head around in all directions, only to see him on the ground behind him.

What? But he was above me just a second ago...

She felt like she was going to throw up at the sight of him, and she gagged, coughing. Blood came up into her mouth, and she felt a deep pain in her stomach. Her vision blurred, just for a moment, and she looked down.

There was a shard of ice sticking through her stomach and straight through to her back. Her opponent was talking now, saying something that she couldn't make out because she wasn't focused on him. She was focused on how the hell that piece of ice had gotten through the shield.

But even to her, it was obvious. If she had asked the question aloud, she would have been disappointed in herself.

The screech...it knocked me out...my shield...

She did not need to waste anymore time thinking any other words about something she already knew the explanation for. Clenching her fists, she began to tuck more energy away, her body glowing with a soft lavender around its edges.

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

Ilreg began to walk slowly toward Yomi, taking notice as he saw she was impaled by one of his pieces of jagged ice shrapnel. Holding his rapier, he began to blow a brighter blue hue, as the sky began to grow stranger and stranger by the second, as what looked like several storm clouds spread throughout the firmament of Guardrael. Examining his quarry as he continued forward, Ilreg saw that Yomi was bleeding from the inside, a small rivulet of blood coming from her mouth.

"Who made you king, you dumb, and miserably ugly woman. You provoke fights you cannot finish, and you allow minor wounds to impede the sparse amount of fighting you did at all. Stand and die like your citizens." Ilreg said assuming a fencing pose several feet away from Yomi, wary of her use of barriers and spirits, not willing to chance a counter as his opponent gleamed as he did. Cutting his eyes to the sky for a fraction of a second, Ilreg smiled as his ears detected the faintest noise, coming from all directions as the sky began to grow more perverse by the second. "This execution draws near its end, prepare." Ilreg said, maintaining his posture.

[Uesugi Yomi]

Yomi's body was in shock. Normally she could take a physical hit like this and still be at least functional. But this was a new body, she remembered with regret, and it was something not used to fighting in these conditions. She had trained, but rebuilding her city had prevented her from being at full power. She was trying to move her legs, but it was difficult, when it was all that she could do to barely stand upright. She could feel her strength returning little by little as the shock faded, but it was a lot slower than she wanted, especially with her opponent throwing insults at her as he approached. He stood a distance from her, as he should have. She would cut him to ribbons. No one degraded Uesugi Yomi by injuring her to this point--new body or not! She would not tolerate it.

She could see the clouds above her swirling, and she knew that it was his work. Still keeping power in reserve, she was beginning to worry about Nectar; she hadn't yet returned, and she should have gathered herself by now. Had Ilreg caused her to disintegrate?

But she was mustering the strength to move, and she banished thoughts of her sprite from her mind. She would just have to fight without her.

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

Ilreg began to radiate energy, dropping the temperature in the immediate area to subzero temperatures as he approached Yomi, holding his rapier the whole time. The faint cry in the background grew louder in his ear with every passing second, eventually reaching decibels loud enough to be heard throughout the city of Guardrael. The cries the sliced through the air made Ilreg rush nearly silent as he advanced toward Yomi, shifting his feet at a stop to accommodate the posture he would need to strike effectively.

As the air grew colder and colder, the wind Yomi was generating provided the perfect medium for the arctic mists that Ilreg was generating as he continued to sublimate the air, in the hopes the the cold fog would obscure his opponents vision. With one leg extended to the rear, and the other providing itself as a pulpit bent at the knee, Ilreg lunged toward Yomi, turning his hand counterclockwise during his slashing motion for the doubled effect of a deep laceration in the frigid air, all the while his energy and aura grew to a brighter blue.

[Uesugi Yomi]

The area around her began to slip into lower temperatures, and Yomi wasn't sure how to react, but she instinctively added energy to her shield, the air swirling around her having a forceful air to keep the cold outside. She had learned exactly how detrimental her opponent's cold could be, and she was not going to take it for granted this time. The cries were becoming louder, and Yomi touched her index finger tips to her ears, and she knew that she would no longer be able to hear anything aside from her own wind in her ears. Good. It would make it easier to ignore his feeble attempts to jar her with his words.

Looking toward her city for a brief moment, she realized that her enemy's magics were affecting the city nearby. She didn't want the city to suffer because of her battle. She was going to have to make it up to them later. She hoped that they had the common sense to actually keep themselves protected at all times. She would be disappointed in them if they weren't, considering that her city was renowned for it's military and protection facilities. Hopefully, they were following procedure and filing into ther shelters by now because of the strange weather.

She noticed that fog began to appear in the air, and Yomi, despite being injured, was on guard. Yomi closed her eyes, her air magic whirling in her ears as she calmly waited. It had already been established he was ruthless in using his surroundings to his advantage. She listened hard, the rhythmic whirr of her shield and the bits of magic in her ears sounding together in conjunction with each other.

Then, suddenly, she heard it--some sound that was not in the same rhythm as her magic.

He's moving...no...attacking me!

She waited until the sound approached closer, wary of the fact that her enemy was probably using an lengthened weapon, and she sidestepped to avoid the blow, opening her eyes, literally grabbing some magical energy from her shield, and hurled it at him as it formed into a Kama mid throw.

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

Sure he had hit his intended target, Ilreg followed though completely in his attack to no avail, Yomi's keen sense and affinity with the element of air provided enough initiative for her to evade his attack. Countering thusly, Yomi hurled a kama in Ilreg's direction, and with his arm and body extended, there was virtually no window of opportunity to counter.

Seeing the kama cut through the mist, Ilreg attempt to stand to his feet and deflect the blade of the weapon as it hurled through the air. As he raised his sword Ilreg managed to redirect the, the kama narrowly missed the crown of his head. But it was not a complete success as the Air magic backing the attack proved too strong to curb completly, slicing into Ilreg's neck.

With a blood curdling growl, Ilreg fell to his knees sword in hand as the kama stuck from neck, copious amounts of his blood flowing from the wound. Using his free hand, Ilreg placed his hand on the handle of the blade and dispersed the magic with a rush of his own cold energy, causing the weapon to dissipate.

"Taking substantial damage you are my pet. If you are to end this fight, do so quickly." Tiamat said in an annoyed manner, deep within Ilreg's mind.

"This fight is over, as of now!" Ilreg roared, blood flowing from his mouth as his wound slowly healed on his glowing body. Standing to his feet, Ilreg raised his hands to the moaning and screeching sky, releasing some of his reserved energy. Soon the area was filled with the sound of thousands of individual screams and screeches as thousands of icy, razor sharp daggers fell from the sky at an incredible speed, stabbing into the ground with amazing force. Soon the area was filled with a hail of subsonic frozen shards, falling profusly from the sky Ilreg so wantonly perverted.

The cries became deafening as the bladed hail thundered to the ground, Ilreg using the location of the shards displaced by Yomi's wind to home the direction of his attacks, using pinpoint accuracy to deftly smack the tip of his sword against the falling knives in Yomi's direction at an incredible rate. As the mist cleared, the city of Guadrael became clearer in the horizon. Holding his hand toward the city, Ilreg continued to deflect the sharped ice at Yomi as it as still falling, his body glowing duller from his expenditure of energy.

"Stay and fight and your citizens will die bitch, or salvage the peons and award me victory with your cowardice." Ilreg said, firing more energy in a sharp motion toward the city, in order to replicate the affect of the immediate area on the unsuspecting citizens of the 6th layer of Hell's capital city.

[Uesugi Yomi]

Yomi listened to the whirr of her Kama as it cut through the mist toward her target, the weapon maintaining the same rhythm as the rest of her magic. She dismissed the magic at her ears, hearing the grind of metal on metal, and she swore under her breath—he deflected it.

But that opinion changed when she heard a sharp growl and a thud. She didn’t know how the interaction between her weapon and her opponent had gone, but knowing that he had gotten injured left her with a mildly satisfied feeling. However, she couldn’t be fully satisfied with anything until the battle was over. When the Kama didn’t return, she knew that her enemy had at least used enough magic to dissipate what it was made of.

Using her opponent’s injury to take a moment to herself, Yomi clutched the frozen spear in her abdomen—it hadn’t melted even a little, thanks to that heathen’s ice magic and she could not spare the magic to forcibly be rid of it and not injure herself further. She doubled over and wretched blood on the ground, heaving the last of it out with a forceful spit. Breathing hard, she probed on the edges of the ice shaft with her wind magic, trying to find an opening, a crevice through which she could heal herself—but to no avail. She found nothing; the small spear had frozen the blood from her wound around the injury itself. After the second it took to notice that she stopped, not willing to expend the magic that it would take to break through. She needed the magic that she had reserved to combat this dirt bag, and to keep her energy levels up as high as possible. She could feel the physical difference between this body and her last—and the difference was gaping, like a valley. Her mind was prepared to do much more than this body, and she gritted her teeth in frustration. She would be training non-stop when she finished this.

Suddenly, there was a wrench in her gut, which was painful, and she looked to her city; she knew that he was going to aim there, and she smirked to herself; she knew she wouldn’t have to worry about them.

Then she heard him screaming that he would end the fight. And after that, the screech, and she knew that she had been right. As the screams got louder, she touched her fingers to her ears again to soften the sound, and added a little more power to her shield, the thin wind blades growing a little wider, more crescent-like, and whirled faster about her. But even Yomi knew that such a thing alone wouldn’t be enough to stop those icicles. She would have to rely on her hearing to alert her to where they were.

When the first few fell, their impact shook the ground with their force, the propulsion enough to break through the mist and scatter it in all directions. However, being able to see her opponent clearly wasn’t to her advantage, though she stood her ground.

After the first few impacts, the man now clear in her vision began to thrust and swing his sword, knocking anything that fell in his direction toward her at lightning speed in addition to those who were already endangering her. Instead of summoning her usual Kama, this time she summoned two katana, intent on using them to throw the pieces right back.

He threatened her people, and she smiled, still not saying anything.

Mistress…

Yomi’s smile grew larger. “Nectar…” she said under her breath.

She could feel her magical aura growing, the lavender becoming its brightest until she couldn’t even see what was in front of her. She could feel her shield strengthening sevenfold just by Nectar's presence alone, and she could see the sprite piecing herself together with section of the shield. The shards from the sky were deflecting wildly, their speed being redirected in all directions. The shards thrown by that moron still went through the shield, though the spear through her middle took a hit that shook her foundation and had her kneeling on the ground.

Nectar…we have to finish this now…

Heaving herself to her feet, she dispelled the brightness from her shield so that she could see, straining her katana to slice and change the course of the icicles that she was having thrown at her. At best she kept them from hitting any vital portions of her body, but she was getting scratches all over, and she knew that her body wouldn’t hold up much longer. She let out a scream to get over her frustration and pain, spitting blood on the ground again when she was finished.

Nectar began to fuse with her body as she was defending, the lavender around her seeming almost white now. Yomi didn’t have the physical resolve to wait until the right time to release her energy—had she harbored it she would have been ripped into pieces. Her body and magical capacity weren’t the same.

With another scream, her shield grew white once more, expanding in size until it covered at least a mile in circumference, the domed whirlwind catching everything in its path, hundreds of sharp gales hurtling and slicing the air itself at breakneck speed. Yomi’s hair blew wildly, her eyes glowing white, her form running around the walls on the inside of the dome, the wind only solid under her feet as she took each step. The force of the wind ripped the already fallen icicles from the ground, turning them into daggers in her wind-bound arena. Her eyes darted around looking for her enemy, knowing that the blades of wind wouldn’t spare him at all, nor would his own icicles.

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

Ilreg starred at the spectecle before him. Yomi despratly struggled to curb the damage he caused, and when in Ilreg's mind the battle seemed to be clenched, Yomi gained the resolve to continue to fight, her magical capacity and aura rebounding exponentially. Ilreg contiuned to stand and watch as a seemingly supercharged Yomi extended a barrier of a mile's distance, a desparate gambit to save her city, and it paid off. The ice seemingly bounced of the shield, and what managed to pass through had the appearence of snowflakes. Starring silently, Ilreg watched as a manic Yomi seemingly defied gravity, running on the walls of her own barrier, hurling blades of wind as well as his own shards of ice at him.

Conjuring a wall of ice from the frozen earth Ilreg shielded himslef form the oncoming onslaught of Ice and Air. Ilreg had watched as Yomi went from defenseless to empowered, deducing that the apparition he dispelled earlier had somehow reconstituted itself, and was once again aiding Yomi. Taking this fact to heart, Ilreg knew that the fight had indeed gone for far to long, watching with a gaze that would terrify behind the trasparent yet dirty wall of ice. As the ice impacted the shield, the wind did not cut the Air like earlier in this contest, giving Ilreg the inclination that the extenstion of the shield caused the blades if Air to be signifcantly weaker than they would have been without the sheild. Watching as they chipped the icy wall but nothing else Ilreg turned his back and looked for where the Air wall met the earth, on the outskirts of the dome.

Creating a crystline structure from the crashing ice and allowing the Air blades to aid in the shaping process, Ilreg secured himself inside a glisting prism, reinforcing it into the ground like anb anchor with his magic."Stupid, ugly, brazen bitch. Lets see you do something about this..." Ilreg said, extending his hands, causing a large fissure in the ground near the air dome wall. Watching as the immense icy protusion extended from inside the dome, to the outside air within the ground at a 45 degree angle Ilreg turned his hands upward, slowly moving the icy obstruction slightly. This minor push was all the was needed as the battle between the internal pressure form Yomi's domed area battled the outside pressure of her realm. The dome's pressure gave way and the huge shard was sucked outside, launhed into one side of Yomi's estate, violently crashing through the exterior.

Instanteneously after, the outside pressure created a vaccum effect, violently sucking the air from inside the Dome, creating an immense amount of tension on the dome's very structure as well as causing the violent ejcection of air, loose Ice and other debris from inside to outside, the hole growing with every second that passed. Ilreg watched from the safety of his prism as the small hurricane wreaked havok, watching Yomi intently as he search for traces of ice in the ground underneath the choas outside.

[Uesugi Yomi]

Yomi watched in horror as the power that she had received from Nectar was being released into the outside. Not being able to think of anything that would stop it, she dispersed the entire energy shield, forcing the collected energy through the vacuum that her opponent had created into the open air and forcing what she had managed to save into a condensed ball of energy and returned to float in front of her as though compressed.

She broke into a fit of coughing as her enemy's icicles fell to the ground, the vacuum no longer present to pull them in Ilreg's direction. Yomi spat out blood, doubling over. The temperature hadn't decreased, and neither had the size of the freezing lance stuck through her body.

"You..." she said, her voice amplified because of Nectar's in habitation, their two voices speaking as one, "You're...good," she said, smiling at the stranger who had provoked her into battle.

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

Yomi's words echoed throught the myriad latticed chamber of Ilreg's icy enclosure. Smiling at the Hellion kings admittance to his skill, the pompous and arrogant Ilreg still continued to search for a vein of ice in the earth, locating several underneath his feet, as well as a deposit underneth Yomi, in addition to over pockets dispersed throughout the field. Sublimating the ice in front of him while his head was down, Ilreg walked through a frigid misty veil of precipation breathing in the firgid mists deeply to catch his breath, placing a hand on the wall of the structure as he left, a rapier forming around his hand, seemingly being pulled from the ice. As he paced forward, the structure melted into the ground, willed into a spurcooled liquid form by Ilreg's magic, theb process taking longer than expected.

"No, I am better than good. I am Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul, tell me woman, what makes someone risk their citizens, home... and yes well, even their very life against me. You could have let me pass, but you chose this route, why? Is it death you seek, is Sanada truely that important to you? Are you willing to die for your master, your king?" Ilreg said laughing, as he raised his head to the air to meet Yomi's gaze face to face, rising on the muddy ice pillar he erected from his former enclousure.

Standing there, looking Yomi in the face, Ilreg starred, "So what now, you cannot possibly continue as you are, will you lower your head to me women so I may sever it from your garrish figure, or will you move and let me pass?" Ilreg asked, clenching his sword, while carefully monitoring his position in correlation the the ice embedded in the earth.

[Uesugi Yomi]

As this "Ilreg" introduced himself, Yomi knew that she couldn't continue the way that she had been. Even with Nectar fused with her corporeal form, it only slowed the fatigue that was creeping up into her limbs and the paralysis threatening to take hold of her. She could no longer deny that while she was proud of her body for holding up for so long, it was not her last one--it would not serve her as well.

As for her city, she wasn't worried about the citizens there, and she was not going to bother to tell this...this Ilreg why. It was none of his business. He began to rant, but this time she listened not bothering to take offense to this arrogant son of bitch. She would accept defeat this day, but when she had trained properly--she would want to fight him again. That is, if he escaped Tomoyo's lair alive. Considering the woman's condition, she had no reason beyond a doubt that her opponent would be decimated by the servants alone.

Not that she really meant what she was saying, but she figured that this Ilreg deserved something, even if it was a lie. She had ignored him much during the battle, and was going to throw him a bone. As he began to rise on a pillar of ice, she spat out more blood, saying in her ethereal voice, her mixed with Nectar's, "Sanada is freedom. Sanada is life," smiling through the whole phrase.

She had hoped to take him out before he had gotten to Tomoyo, but that was no longer an option. She was not going to expend the last of her energy fighting. She would use it to deflect whatever low-handed trick Ilreg would use on his way out.

"It seems that I have no choice but to allow you to pass; you've won for now." Spitting out blood on the ground, using her wind to carry it to splatter on Ilreg's feet, she added in the Japanese so frequently spoken in Heaven and Hell, "Kono karada wa juubun ni yoku arimasen."

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

"Unsure how to end the fight he is, running low on stamina and energy he may be. Show me little Ilreg, will the 'ugly' women topple you?" Tiamat goaded into Ilreg's mind. Ilreg was perturbed by Tiamat's comment, and truth that lie behind her jest. She was right, Ilreg's recklessness caused him to sustain more damage than he should have, so he remained quiet begrudgingly. Soon the sound of Yomi's voice rang in his ears, her words about Sanada meant she actually listened to and answered his question. Surprised, he smiled to himself, and the King admitted defeat, even going so far as to spit at his feet.

Starring at the crimson fluid and how it slid on his feet onto the ground, Ilreg touched the tip of his sword on his feet, freezing the blood on its edge as he brought it to his face. "You don't seem to understand woman, I have won now and I'll always win. None of you winged peons can stop me, and Sanada will sufffer just as you if she is as insolent." Ilreg said, licking his serpent tounge on the edge of the sword. "Your blood has the aroma of excrement and the taste of gossamer, I will remove myself from this place taking your putrid anima and pride as my trophies. " Ilreg said turning from Yomi, straining to raise the ice in the ground to the earth, sublimating it as it rose to provide and effective haze to cover his tracks.

As the cold fog thickened and Ilreg was no longer in Yomi's sight, he wretched at the taste of her blood, something he was holding back, along with labored breathing and a bad limp from the delayed effect her toxins had on his system. "I will kill the bitch if she ever graces my visual cavities ever again." Ilreg said, waling to the outskirts of the Realm, not have enough energy to open a 'nexus', which was a gift and a curse as he was not willing to display one of his most secretive techniques.

Ilreg would leave the 6th weary and worn, never again underestimating those closest to Sanada. "Rest well when you arrive my dear. An easy battle Sanada will not give." Tiamat said, as Ilreg nodded in agreement, continuing his journey away from the City of Lights, to the borders of the 6th.

[Uesugi Yomi]

She was prepared to fight more. She couldn't move because of her body's fatigue, but as long as she was upright, she could still use the elemental magic that she'd salvaged from her broken wind sphere. Nectar was still slowing the damage building in her body, and Yomi cursed internally; if Nectar had arrived but five minutes before her actual appearance, Yomi would not be as injured and she would have had the energy to out-fight this dumbass, even if she ended up collapsing afterward. However, she knew that if she made that sacrifice now, he would kill her--she was too weak to reinforce her magic with strength. She would have needed both to overcome him.

But Yomi still had the energy left to scoff at his words. "I've heard better insults from a Human," she retorted, defiant until the end. His uppity pattern of speech was annoying. It reminded her of Heaven, and now that she was actually paying her attention, that tone of voice pissed her off more than anything else. On the other hand, she wasn't stupid enough to be goaded into a fight based on words alone. According to Sanada, that had been the reason behind Rei's bitch relatives being hurt by a Dra--

Is this the same cocky assed Dragon?

But it was no matter now. The best that Yomi could do at the moment was find a servant to perhaps warn Tomoyo before he arrived. But that would be difficult, as most of her lab staff did not use magic, though they were physically gifted. She would have to find someone, though. She couldn't make it there herself presently.

This Ilreg son-of-a-bitch tasted her blood and wretched; she was sure that her blood was different from normal, seeing as the first thing she had done with her new vessel was train it to be immune to poisons like her last. It had take so much time, but it was worth it, even if she did lose this battle because of it. She would win the war, and she would support everyone she had to if it meant seeing this loser's head on a pike.

"Is it good enough for you?" she weezed, but the "Prince of Dragons" was too far away for him to even hear. Yomi no longer cared. When he was out of site completely, she dropped to her knees, using the last of her stored energy to transport herself into her home, in the middle of the foyer room floor, her servants and lab assistants shrieking at her arrival. They were all occupied attempting to figure out what had happened to the wall of the mansion, but seeing their King lying almost paralyzed, they ran to her aid immediately.

Ironic, she thought. This was the same spot you threw Arashi when he was dying...