Wrenna cursed again as Soreth reflected her spell again. Surely the demon didn't have unlimited energy to use all of these spells! She thought about using her clone spell again, the last clone having been pelted too much by what remained of the ice shards to remain. But she stopped herself when she noticed that Soreth was up to something else. And he apologized...Wrenna fought back the urge to groan and quickly ran towards Soreth as he started to chant. She almost lost balance when she felt the vibrations started, but before she was even halfway to him and was about ready to use another wind speed boost spell, he was stopping, falling to his knees as what little reactions that was caused by his spell disappeared. Wrenna continued towards him, but quickly slowed down until she was taking the last few steps towards him in a gentle walk.

She stared down at the coughing boy. This. This was who she was supposed to defeat, to kill, to bring peace to her lands. This was some sickly boy who apparently managed to keep the crown in his condition. "...I spent years training for this moment and...this is it? I'm going to win because you have a coughing fit?" She didn't know why she was hesitating. A easy win, destiny was being favorable to her. Kill him and be done with it her mind was telling her. And yet..."Get up." She told him, dropping her sword as she tried to stand him up. "Get up and try to finish me off like you're supposed to! I can't win with you like this! It wouldn't be fair!"