[color=fff200]Leval Lamrue[/color]

Leval looked forward at Rowan, the attack to her stomach did not seem to be as effective as he might have hoped. He grimaced, breathing heavily after the heavy magical and physical exertion of the fight. Rowan tucked her arms in and moved forward quickly. Her body actually began to blur, she slid forward and delivered a sweeping kick to the illusory legs, otherwise known as Leval's skull. However, for all her speed she had to move a fair distance, Leval only had to roll 10 inches to one side to avoid the blow. Still, as he moved her foot managed to clip his shoulder, the same shoulder he had injured the day before. The pain that had subsided from the morning came back with a vengeance. He rolled away, his illusion leaping back ward to avoid the blow using the image of a spike to mask the blow that had connected.

He sat up, clutching his damaged shoulder. [color=fff200]"So, left arm is out then. Lovely. Step three then." [/color] His illusory form opened its mouth wide, dislocating its jaw, mist pouring out in a sudden cascade filling the room in a blink of an eye. With that, Leval disconnected himself from the image of the huge figure and tied himself to that of the mist. The illusory figure stood, still clearly visible in the mist. Leval waited till Rowan approached the figure, then had it explode in a dazzling display of light and sound. Like a fireworks, the lights exploded into different patterns casting strange light through the room, each tiny spark popping into its own cascade of light. In the sudden confusion, he rose behind her and aimed his right fist to the back of her skull.