Allister suppressed a chuckle as, unsurprisingly, Yorick consulted his... her dictionary to examine the components of Allister's question. Long used to this by now, Allister merely waited patiently until it was time to respond.
"I am most certainly asking to spar with you. As for you worrying about my magical attacks, I'll tone the strength of my spells down so that they hurt but don't do any lasting damage or anything. That's one of the great things about magic, even if it looks impressive I can make it so it's actually quite weak."
Well, within reason anyway, Allister thought.
Moving to create decent space between the two of them he/she continued
"Well, come at me whenever you're ready. I'd recommend shifting to your wolf form first though or this won't last long."
Yorick paused for a moment. While Allister had seen her werewolf form many times already, she wasn't completely sure about breaking the "don't reveal your true form" rule when several others who didn't know what she was were present. Although, she did plan to fight alongside all of them in the war, and she had already established before the fight against Oz that it was more important to uphold laws than rules, so that meant that they'd all see her werewolf form soon anyway. Thus, there wouldn't be much of a difference between revealing it now and revealing it then. Or at least she hoped. She still couldn't help but feel nervous when she was willingly breaking a rule before it was necessary.
Taking a deep breath, Yorick pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the sparring match. Allister had sought her out for a reason, and in recommending she transform Allister probably needed Yorick to fight at her best for whatever she needed. The young girl began to increase in size, her bones contorting into different shapes and her skin sprouting fur. However, as she transformed she realized that unlike with her usual uniform, this blazer was beginning to feel suffocatingly tight. Yorick remembered that Luthas said she didn't have enough time to make all the modifications she wanted on it, so she simply figured that this was one of those modifications she missed. She quickly took off the blazer. Fortunately, the material of the shirt underneath seemed to be the silk-like material of Luthas' own design that comprised the shirt on her usual uniform, so it stretched to accommodate her new form without any issues. It was also fortunate that her waist didn't change in size all that much, so the skirt wasn't too much of a problem either.
Once the transformation was complete, Yorick decided that she was ready, and as per Allister's command she charged straight for the mage at incredible speed without missing a beat, her fingers curled into a fist aimed straight for Allister's gut with the intention of knocking the air out of her, and she would make sure that if it hit it wouldn't be the only strike. Even without the moon, werewolves were still among the fastest Youkai in existence, and the lower muscle mass of Yorick's new female form allowed her to go even faster than usual.
This was exactly what Allister needed; a chance to work out a good way of fighting against physically superior foes. That had been one of his biggest weaknesses against Raka, just a few strikes had left him totally incapacitated. Allister had no intention of letting Yorick do the same to him.
He reacted quickly, so that the spell came into effect a little more than a metre from himself (herself?).
"Divisoque caeli" the mage yelled, the spell came into effect creating an invisible and scentless wall between himself (herself?) an the werewolf. Or at least that's what it would seem like. In reality there was nothing there at all. The spell just temporarily rendered it impossible for anyone to pass through that space. They'd react like they'd ran into a wall, but that was because of physics not any tangible object - the area in front of them would always produce a reaction equal to the force with with the incoming aggressor reached it.This was one of many simple yet effective spells that Allister had discovered during his research.
Yorick crashed into thin air with incredible force before being flung backwards.
A wall-making spell? she thought, ignoring the pain of the crash as best as she could. She didn't have time to rub her immensely hurting face as the crash had rendered her immobile for just a moment. A moment was long enough for Allister to start casting a spell. Not wasting any time, she dashed to the side, her finger brushing along the wall so she knew immediately when to turn. It was strange how she couldn't feel any sort of texture on the wall, only the force of it pushing lightly against her finger. Moving as fast as she could, it was only a moment before the her finger notified her she had passed the wall. In a single sharp turn, she angled for Allister once more, this time leaping straight for her.
Allister ducked down, but was far too slow to avoid a speeding werewolf being caught by Yorick's leg and sent sprawling along the ground. It hurt, Alliter was glad the werewolf was going all out but that didn't mean agony was any more pleasant. Hitting the floor hard, feeling the horrid breatheless feeling of being winded Allister cast a spell wordlessly. There was no time to use an incantation Yorick would be on him again in seconds.
An orb of sizzling, orange energy appeared around Allister before exploding outwards in a pulse of scorching heat - the spell restrained just enough not to do any permanent damage would be plenty enough to return the favour to Yorick should it hit.
Yorick had missed, but in seconds she had looped back around and prepared to pounce again. However, she was met with a strange orange wave as she raced forward. She crumpled to the ground in pain, still propelled forward by the high speed at which she had been running before she fell. It felt like she was being engulfed in flames. She got up as quickly as she could, prepared to seek water when she noticed there was no fire, only the heat. Howling loudly better deal with the pain, she got back on course. It seemed that in order to avoid more painful spells, she would just have to make an effort to strike fast enough so that Allister didn't have time to cast them. She pulled her fist back as she charged preparing it for an uppercut, something that would naturally make it hard to concentrate enough for a spell through.
Allister didn't have time to do much about the uppercut flying towards him, he managed to turn slightly and cop the blow on his shoulder rather than his face but the pain of such a fast punch was not something Allister was accustomed too... or really wanted to be accustomed too. fighting through the pain Allister grabbed Yorick's arm tightly with both hands to prevent the werewolf from escaping.
"Sorry, but this might make your hair stand on end. Iter Crimen!"
A pulse of electricity flowed from Allister's body into Yorick's where it dispersed and traveled from Yorick's arm throughout the entirety of his body.
Yorick fell back stunned, shaking slightly from the shock so Allister pressed his advantage.
"Audiat terra, oriatur!" With a shaking the ground below Yorick suddenly launched upwards as a large pillar of concrete and earth impacting on the werewolf's back and launching him upwards towards the ceiling...
