Their clash of weapons was frantic. Slices of purple and orange ricocheted off the stone shrine as they parried each other's blows, stirring the dust below their feet. Mattien retained his anger and ferocity the entire time, channelling electrical strength through his mace. Organge discharges escaped its spiked tips, crawling along the ground before disintegrating. 

[B]"Have at you, Mage!"[/b] He roared, slashing at her again. 

Lithe on her feet, Evelyn sidestepped his attack as her sword grinded in a sliding block on his, releasing sparks. She spun, coming down in a quick 360 degree arc with her blade. Mattien met her with an equally powerful strike, shattering her conjured sword into pieces with a pulse of orange magic. He swept at her again, leveling the mace at her chest with a defiant look. 

The elf chuckled, raising her palms in surrender. [B]"Surprisingly I am defeated. What, pray tell, is your name, warrior?"[/b]

Mattien grinned, returning his mace to the sheath on his back. [B]"Mattien Arior, mi'lady Keove."[/b]

She narrowed her gray eyes. [B]"Just [i]Evelyn[/I] will do, thank you."[/b]

The mage brushed the dust off her sleeves, glancing at the two new individuals at the shrine. Evelyn was quite sure they traveled here by magical means, she could see the afterimage in the air. One was dressed in white with a blue sash, dark hair perfectly styled. Several swords hung on her belt, the same as her partner who Evelyn quickly recognized. Wasn't he the traveller who approached her at the inn? Yes... Wrensthav,  the mysterious enigma...

Oh, how he frustrated her.

[b]"Are you two here to be tested as well?"[/b] Evelyn asked, gaze flickering between Wrensthav and Polaris. [b]"I believe I only had the pleasure of being introduced to one of you..."[/b]