Tordor watched as his nether bolts flew toward his target only for said target to manage to avoid his projectiles. Meanwhile, they fired off three more lances of pure energy. Now was as good a time as any to test a theory. He leveled his backup pistol and fired off two shots with pin-point accuracy. Not at his opponent, however, but at two of the javelins of light. The bolts of amethyst fire glided in a violent spiral motion before impacting directly into the lances of crimson. The contrasting powers of plasma and dark matter reacted viciously with one another, quickly breaking down as they dissolved into a dark magenta of swirling light. The force soon collapsed in on itself drawing bits of stone work and concrete into itself before expanding out again rapidly in a 6 diameter explosion sending bits of debris flying.     

The last lance of energy he managed to dive to his right, the task made easier having to contest with only one spear. It was at this point Tordor noticed that they were no longer located on a non-descript blob of black mixing liquids and solids, but on another plane entirely. A city with rather high rise buildings, what looked to be some kind of abandoned vehicles, and lamppost. 

This must be the element of the game he had been forewarned about, it’s tendency to change rather unpredictably. Coming up into a run from his roll Tordor took note of his new surroundings. A empty street with a light misting fog coming up from what looked to be sewer grates. The place was dark with a few flickering lamp lights. Reminding him instantly of the city of Five Fingers back in his former home realm.

 His dash brought him in line with a dark ally some ten feet wide, entering it after firing another shot in Bita’s direction. More to keep her moving than to really do her harm. In the recesses of the alley planned his next move. It seemed his negative energy and his opponents own abilities served to cancel each other out.  Effective for now, but that trick might not work twice.  

[color=4169E1]“Using nether to absorb those attacks was a good idea boss. “[/color] The gentle tone of the water spirit was quick to voice.


[color=DarkSlateBlue]“We got lucky.  What really worries me is the absence of that lake spirit. See if you can’t find her, she can't’ have gone far.”[/color] 


[color=4169E1]”Sure thing boss!” [/color] Tordor soon sensed the soul of the drowned child slowly fad. Now given his immediates opponent's advantage in mobility Torder was going to need to even the field so to speak. With a swift twirl of his right hand pistol he holstered it and pulled free a disk from his belt. A simple throw forward sent the object several feet ahead, whereupon it unfurled then unfolded into a mechanical board of a dull silver grey. The hoverboard hummed as it floated almost a foot off the ground. With a running jump Tordor leapt forward, dark fire igniting under his feet as as he landed on the device. 

A simple thought later caused the construct of mechanika to bolt forward, accelerating straight toward the wall at the end of the alleyway. Shifting weight to his back left leg, he titled it enough to allow the board to fly directly up the shear surface of the building. The whole process taking only a few heartbeats after entering the alleyway before Tordor was airborne. He soared to the top of the building hoping to use his new vantage point and speed to keep track of his opponents. It was likely they wouldn't even expect to look up in the first place as his hoverboard hardly produced any sound.