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Ooc: Sorry if this kinda sucks... I've had a bad day

Grimacing at the thought of the overwhelmingly daunting prospect of being decapitated – no less, being decapitated by a young woman – Auron quickly shifted his position, ducking forwards and quickly moving into a kneel, his sword struck into the ground in order to better aid his balance. He felt the soft pat of displaced air against his neck, and smiled as he heard the loud hiss which the blade made in its flight. Auron nodded. He wasn’t dead, and that was always a bonus.

Moving suddenly and almost unexpectedly, Auron launched himself into the air, swiping his sword vertically as he did so, knocking the mighty Priscilla’s blade harmlessly out of his way. The crimson-clad warrior landed some meters away from his opponent, almost instantly regaining his stance. Auron coughed once, clearing his throat, as if he was to speak, yet this didn’t seem to be the case.

Extending his one free arm in front of him, Auron’s gaze became one of great concentration as his brow furrowed and his seldom visible lips curled into a cruel frown which perhaps reflected the nature of the technique which he was about to unleash.

As every muscle in his body tensed, an eerie, glowing energy began to form around the aged fighter. Tendrils of electricity wrapped themselves around him like a barrier, the white-purple strands of power rapidly flickering as Auron’s power skyrocketed. Hairline cracks formed in the very ground beneath his heavy boots, whilst a low guttural roar formed at the back of his throat.

“You. Fall.” He said simply. The threatening remark was made harshly, perhaps even as though it was a command.

Even as he said this, Auron unleashed the accumulated energy. Hurling himself upwards into the air, and turning the blade so that its tip was facing the white tiled floor of the arena, Auron began his assault. Every ounce of the charged power ran into the tip of the blade, which glowed with a peculiar fire reminiscent of an object entering the Earth’s atmosphere from afar.

Having lingered in the air for something close to a second, Auron’s descent began sharp and fast. Plunging his blade into the ground, pure energy poured into the ground, thick sparks of the stuff flying out from the point of impact, as though the monk had placed a circular saw to metal. Auron smirked. The crowd remained speechless for a moment or two, as it appeared nothing had happened.

But then, it did.

Massive infernos twisted out of the stadium floor, the fiery tentacles of energy spiraling up towards the heavens. Four of these strange waves appeared around Priscilla – two in front of her, and two behind her. With each fraction of a second, the incinerating energy drew ever closer to the woman, moving at frightening speeds.

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