As Deimos instructs, Hotaru's sharp eyes never leave Maea. Were she an Attuned, the tip of her catlike tail would have twitched to betray the way she considers the woman prey. A proficient fighter surely, and a good match in that aspect. They dance around each other without connection, and when Deimos' words taper and the next round begins Hotaru is ready. Itching and eager. So when her opponent's water magic starts to form to try and trap her, she escapes the only way available to her - under.
Hotaru throws herself forward into a low roll, coming up onto one knee as her creation magic springs to her fingertips. In mockery of the woman's ice creations, slightly thicker metal needles fill her palm and she throws them towards Maea with her electric magic clinging to their metallic conductive forms. Pouring salt in the wound so to say if they connect.
Hotaru rolls under the water magic, Creates a handful of metal needles, electrifies them, and throws them at Maea.
Hotaru throws herself forward into a low roll, coming up onto one knee as her creation magic springs to her fingertips. In mockery of the woman's ice creations, slightly thicker metal needles fill her palm and she throws them towards Maea with her electric magic clinging to their metallic conductive forms. Pouring salt in the wound so to say if they connect.
Hotaru rolls under the water magic, Creates a handful of metal needles, electrifies them, and throws them at Maea.
Dark twisted fantasy turned to reality
Kissing death and losing my breath
Kissing death and losing my breath
