Aurelia smiled, a large grin that was as likely to chill the blood of any who saw it as it was likely to just make them wonder why she was smiling. It wasn't that it was one out of insanity, but rather the smile one had when something went exactly as they had planned. 

She grabbed hold of her cloak with one hand, taking it off in one sweeping motion, resulting in her snow-white hair whipping around her face. Her scarlet eyes zeroed in on Evvie as she roared, the grin never leaving her lips for even a second. [i]Rising to the bait, eh?[/i] 

Underneath her cloak she wore a simply set of leathermade clothes. A white shirt underneath a brown vest, with a pair of loose pants covering her bottom. A pair of similarly brown boots finished the outfit. She stood and idly shifted her weight from foot to foot for a moment before she, like Evvie, took off in a frontal charge. She barely gave the sword any attention, though that didn't mean she hadn't analyzed it. [i]Medium range, but shorter than my scythe. Made of fire so likely to cut right through my scythe, making parrying impossible. Heavy, but easily wielded by her, given her physical strength. In any case, it's shorter in comparison to my weapon. I'll use that to be advantage.[/i]

As she charged, she could feel it; feel the thrill of battle that came so rarely. Sure, the excitement and joy of seeing someone fall for her tricks was always a pleasant thing, but all the tricks of light and shadow and sound could not replicate nor replace the feeling that came with clashing weapons. She spotted a stone in front of her, stuck in the ground but otherwise reaching to her knee. Almost on reflex, she stepped up on it and took off, using it to gain the height advantage. 

For what seemed like minutes, but was hardly two seconds, she sailed through the air, getting ever closer to Evvie until, finally, she was within reach. Roughly four metres from Evvie, still a bit above her and still in front of her yet out of reach from even her weapon, Aurelia mouthed two words while [url=http://media.animevice.com/uploads/3/36472/717397-shiro__deadman_wonderland_by_mog90044_d5ne8sx.png.jpg]smiling[/url], and then slashed down, unleashing the energy gathered in her scythe. 

A massive blast, a torrent, of dark energy blasted forward from her weapon[b][1][/b]; as if she had cut a great hole in the fabric of reality, a full quarter of her entire magical reserves was unleashed from her strike through empty air. Like a tidalwave of magic it rushed forth to swallow up Evvie, tearing chunks of the earth and boulders with it and tossing them back scores of metres. 

She landed on the ground a good three or four metres from where Evvie had been when she unleashed the blast. [i]Not used to use that much power,[/i] she silently mused, panting all the while. She knew she was powerful, and she knew how much damage she could course, yet she was fairly certain that she hadn't unleashed more than the dragonness could survive. [i]I hope she survived.[/i] She couldn't see anything for the dust covering the entire area. She was fairly certain that she would only be unconscious, but regardless, she still couldn't shake the feeling that she might have overdone it. 

And the words she had mouthed? [i]"Night Night"[/i]

[quote][1] - [url=http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m45ppmGuQs1r3f3ooo1_500.gif]http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m45ppmGuQs1r3f3ooo1_500.gif[/url] Imagine this, just at point-blank and a bit less refined. She's not used to unleash this much power, so it's just a massive blast of uncontrolled magic, even if it is directed towards Evvie and not herself.[/quote]