War between Dark And Light

[Ciera]

OOC:
'Light' as in 'not serious' ^^

IC:
Sensing the power of the attack, Aiyana's eyes narrowed. She flew straight up, as she wiped the blood from her chin with the back of her hand.
"Crap!"
Her eyes narrow furthur, before she slattens her wings to her back, and dives at Galadriel, a dagger in hand.

 

[Composer of Requiems]

OOC: The sides were just picked at random. You were just assigned one. They have no connection to your powers.yet anyways.
*is waiting for Composer of Requiems*

I'm sorry, was away ^^ I'll continue now.
Lemme see... where did we stop? Oh yeah. I assume the detonator is a bomb?
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Something had surfaced beneath the whirling duststorm.

It could be dangerous. Nic stepped back.

 

[Vincent Valentine]

I had used a bit of my energy creating that bomb, and was now feeling drained a bit.
I crouched back down beneath my coat, awaiting the explosion...

 

[Composer of Requiems]

The object, whatever it was, landed on the ground.

Nic watched it. It looked dangerous.

He diverted the air away from his opponent- that could wait. A column of falling air struck the ground, sending the object flying into the air as it began to ignite.
A higher velocity was needed- so, he reduced the pressure on the foe and concentrated on pushing the bomb away. Then, he flexed his fingers and prepared to counter the attack that would inevitably come.

 

[Vincent Valentine]

Since I had used my sword as material for the attack, I was out of options. It was either fist fight, or sacrifice something. I looked around and found it.

I'm stupid! I'm standing on top of so much material! I told myself. I drew a cirlce, a giant circle and quickly placed my hands over it.
Sparks began flying out, and roots were growing. They were making their way towards his feet now...
Almost there....

 

[Composer of Requiems]

The opponent didn't seem to be doing much. Drawing a circle.
Then, Nic looked down. Too late, the wild vegetation had snared his feet.

-So that's how you want to play?

He made some hand movements. The air began to strangle Erk.

-Let's see how long each of us lasts.

 

[Ciera]

OOC: *taps her foot* Might as well post, even though there is nothing to do, and it may be spam, but I'm waiting for Lizzie *glares* One person can ruin a thread, because then it doesn't gte posted in because others don't post, and it falls back to, oh, I dunno, the second page?, and people are like 'OMG it's on the second page; it's dead'. Ugh.