If a Prophet sees all...

[Profeta]

Profeta hopped back from staff, and then she blocked his leg, with her sword. She pushed his leg off, and walked over to Zee. She said a short incantation, and a sphere covered Zee, but it was a pitch black. She was heading back when she said. "King Dezmar, I am shocked that you would be this quick to attack me. I am not one for fighting, but if you must force me to attack you, I must protect myself." She pointed her finger at him, and said "Holy." A ball of light was projected towards Seigmand.

[Seigmand Dezmar]

"What, are you taking lessons from Mark Profeta? Don't waste my time with that spell." He'd seen it too many times to even be fazed as the Holy spell shot towards him. Using the ball of light as an obscuring shield he conjured two waves of earth to fly from either side of Profeta, taking the last second to vault off his staff into the air. Reeling back the weapon he unhinged all the segments, heaving it forward for a vertical swipe.

Let's see if you really can see the future prophet. Seigmand had intended to use the three directional attack merely to force her either closer to him or to bring up a defensive spell around her. Either way he was ready with his next move. The very fact she claimed to be an angel and used light magic was all he needed to go on for now.

[Profeta]

Profeta watch as the ball of light was being propelled at him. At the same time, she stuck out her out her hands and put them together, and 3 orbs had formed. As Seigmand vaulted off of his staff, she said "Flare." Two of the orbs fired at the waves, and the other one fired at Seigmand. As soon as the one for Seigmand fired, she jumped backwards, onto a stump.

[Seigmand Dezmar]

Seigmand smiled as his staff missed Profeta. Oh well, plan C then. As the segment struck the ground it shuttered and splintered against the impact, causing a wave of jagged rock to flow towards Profeta. Left with only a moment to see the orb coming straight for him, Seigmand conjured forth a piece of his stone armor and hurled it at the spell. The two collided with a mighty blast, spraying shrapnel in all directions.

Seigmand hit the ground running, brushing off the rocks as they bounced against him. He needed to cover the distance between them and fast. With his next step the ground rumbled beneath him, rising up as a living mound of earth that surged forward, propelling him around the chaos left by his attack towards Profeta. With a quick twist of his wrist the segments of his staff cemented together, bound and ready to strike.

Come on Profeta...do it. I dare you. His hand gripped tightly around the staff, gathering his energy for the next strike.

[Zee]

Images appeared once again around Zee. What the... why, on the life of the angels, were they fighting? Zee tried to do Blizzara, but nothing happened. Dangit! If only he didn't have this curse on his blood. Zee struggled to gain consciousness, but to no avail. He cursed himself for being so weak.

[Profeta]

Profeta hopped up into the air, but she hovered there. Her hand had another Holy spell, stored in her hand. "Mark, he looked up to Trucido so much. He could advance so much into magic division, but he followed Trucido, in combat. Holy." This time, dozens of balls fired and surrounded Seigmand. "I am MUCH more advance than Mark is."

[Seigmand Dezmar]

She did it. He grinned triumphantly. "Advanced in spells, not in strategy I see. Your tactics are as dull as his, and that's your fault." Sure enough his suspicions had been confirmed. Not wanting to waste spells to counter his attacks she had flew into the air, exactly like Mark had. As soon as he saw her leap into the air he threw his staff into the ground directly below her. The energy he had channeled into it caused the ground to leap up and engulf Profeta, encasing her in a sphere of incredibly dense rock.

The sheer magnitude of the spell had surprised him, forcing him to make a mental note of the extent of Holy. Still the spell was straightforward, and whether one or a dozen he knew it's limitations. Almost appearing to lose balance from his living mound Seigmand let it swallow him inside. As the Holy spell bombarded the spot where he'd used to be, Seigmand laid deeper underground, waiting.

The first step is complete. Your move Profeta.

[Profeta]

After a minute of being in the sphere, a sword poked though, then light started to glow and shattered it. She was still hovering, and she looked at where Seigmand was. She pointed her arm at the ground and then said "I do not want to fight you. Goodbye, King Dezmar." She said as she turned around, and flew away, slowly. She held snapped her finger, and a platform form under Zee. He raised up, and zoomed in front of Profeta. "Just walk and you will move."

[Seigmand Dezmar]

With the long time of silence Seigmand had he pushed through directly underneath the sphere and concentrated. It was a common reaction for anyone with abundant power to blast open an exit-less chamber. He'd seen it before, and it didn't surprise him for a second when Profeta did the same thing. Sensing the vibrations of the debris hitting the ground he struck the earth he had hid himself under, letting an ground trembling shout erupt from his lips.

Every inch of the sphere that Profeta had blasted to bits had been channeled to bind together. As Seigmand forced his energy out from the ground and into the air, every stone stopped in its path and rushed back to the center. Profeta had let her guard down, giving her virtually no time to address the barrage of stones and debris that rained at her from all sides.

"This isn't about what you want Profeta. If an angel like you won't leave our planet and go safely to the heavens, then I'll see that only the deepest ores of our planet's core know where you are!"

Step two, complete. Come on Profeta, surprise me. I know you won't. He stood at the ready, his hands shaking with anticipation. The terrain around him shook with each of his breaths, connected completely to him at this point.

[Profeta]

"Do you think that I would have my defense down?" She said as the debris hit walks surround her and Zee. She twisted her sword, and the force field flipped, and trapped all of the rocks on the inside. She quickly flew over where he was. "I told you that I pass Mark in magic. He does not even know, you can trap weapons, items, even opponents, with a force field surrounding you." She looked in the distance, and 4 lights sparkled. "If you are in the ground, then you will drown. Transmuta!" The distance lights lost their glow, and the areas between of the started to glow, and then the ground turned into water.
"I did not want to kill you." She pointed her hands at him "...Holyra." A pillar of light from the skies dropped down, and was sent towards where Seigmand was.

[Seigmand Dezmar]

He loved it when a plan came together. As Seigmand stood above ground behind Profeta, he looked towards her smugly. From the onset everything he had done was calculated to get him right next to her. Even giving away his location underground with the shaking earth had been nothing more than a lure; a trick to lull her into attacking nothing. He had been glad to have moved when he did, as he came up just in time to see the patch of ground he had been in not moments before spill over as water.

Seigmand rushed in just as Profeta uttered 'Holyra', sending himself rocketing towards her on a pillar of stone as six wisping tendrils followed right behind him. "You're mine!" He cried out as he struck her back with a double palm strike. The stone armor that had protected him for this fight flowed out from his hands, twisting in shape as freely as mud before solidifying as stone. At the same time the tendrils lashed out at her limbs, binding each to her torso immediately.

As quickly as it all came, the cocoon of stone that encased Profeta was pulled down to the ground. Seigmand fell from the tower he had made, running along it as his fist skid against the rough surface. "Now feel the wraith of a master strategist. Art of War: Angel Slayer!" Seigmand reached the base, crashing his fist into the stone cocoon as the once solid tower descended right behind him as a colossal stone fist threatening to crush Profeta.

[Zee]

Zee tried to swim to life. He must not let this bafoon hurt Profeta. He finally had an idea. Gathering his fastly restoring energy, he mixed it with his own lifeforce. Wake...WAKE! Nothing happened.

Then he saw his body rise up from the ground. What the... Moving on it's own, his body shook the dirt off of his clothes, then opened his eyes. What startled Zee was that his eyes were as silver as the moon. It looked right at Segimand, opened it's fist and raised the palm of it's right hand to the stone human. Then in a voice he didn't reconize, the body spoke. "Vine." He remembered the spell being in his book, but never really had the time to study it.

Before his unbeliving eyes, a vine as thick as a tree shot out of his palm. The vine hit the other man square in the chest and vaulted him about 20 feet in the air. Zee suddenly felt a sickening feeling in his gut. Everything blurred, and he fell to the ground. This may be my last slumber, was his only thought as darkness hit him full on.

[Profeta]

Profeta closed her eyes. Her hand was in a fist when she was in a stone cocoon. She pressed her thumb to a ring on her middle finger, and said a small chant. As Seigmand was hit, that was the time to finish the chant, and a light emitted from her cocoon. She was a being of light, and the rocks melted. She stuck her hand into the air, and a force field was fired at Seigmand. She quickly flew over to Zee, and said "I am sorry, but you need your rest, Master Zee." Another sphere was forming around him, cushioning his fall.

[Zee]

Zee didn't argue with that, or, rather, he couldn't argue with that. Zee wanted to know what on this mountain his body just do. Even though he could hear everything, he couldn't speak back. He wanted so much to ask, but couldn't move a muscle. He decided he would ask her when he woke, if he woke that is.

[Seigmand Dezmar]

Seigmand stretched back upright, breathing heavily as the finishing move had left him exhausted. Well, looks like that move I had intended for Mark managed alright as a general tactic against aerial casters. I'll have to remember that. "Guess I should check if she's dead, let's see..." All of a sudden a flash of movement from the corner of his eye caused him to turn around only to be caught in the chest by a blur of lashing green.

Seigmand's vision went hazy as the violent strike sent the breath from his lungs and his body to the air. Shit, that kid was awake. Thought he was out of it... Suddenly the area all around him went dark, his vision tinted by the force field that encapsulated him. As Seigmand tumbled harshly to the ground, cushioned only by the shielding orb, he paused to recover and gain his senses.