All is fair in love and war
bloodshed in velvet shades
as battles burn, but one remains
they call her Queen of Blades
Her grinned widened when he agreed to participate in the game, her stance rock solid and rooted to the earth below her boots. Her training had been rigorous, her form was impeccable, and her heart was ferocious. This would be quite the bout! As he cast his magic, she didn't seem to respond at first, waiting until the very last second before thrusting the blade infront of her, as if to catch an opponent's blade with hers. The Life Drain magic would be caught by Krosis, the blade gleaming bright white as it absorbed the power of the magic - great or weak as it might be depending on how much juice Deimos put behind it. When the flow of magic stopped, she followed through with a step and swing of the blade, the tip pointed at the ground just to his right. As it came to a halt a blast of blinding white light, Deimos' own magic converted to naught but pure energy now, erupted from the end of the blade, obliterating the ground it hit with the equivalent force of the magic it had consumed.
ROANA
