[center][h1][color=black][b][u]Ash, Wind, and Fire[/u][/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]

Howling winds forced black ash in every direction. In turn blowing the forming sword clones in different directions around Raelis. In flight however, they continued to form. The rigors of combat were little hindrance to the machines work thanks to their ability to form matter from the stored sources thus far within themselves, and they now had plenty. Then the winged warrior played his gambit. Finally releasing the energy stored in his legs as he channeled it into another object. That object of course being the very ground at their feet. A similar situation occurred in the very air around them as the temperature raised once more to a dangerous degree.  

A deadly trap that would have spelled the end of even the most powerful of opponents. As the heat transferred into the ground at his feet Khanza’s eyes witnessed the streams of magic forming as threads expanded out into the areas affected. The heat energy required itself to emit ahead of the effect naturally. A process that was almost instant. Tablurath response however, was swift, decisive, and deliberate. 
       
He swept the sword in his left hand down and around to swing up again, shearing through a thread built by the energy channeling the effect near his feet. Essentially cutting away the very act of the channeling, in turn the heat suddenly transferring into the floor simply vanished. It did not dim, nor was it absorbed. Having cut the effect that had allowed such power to appear here, it thus could never arrive. That cleanly handled the ground, but the air around Tablurath rose suddenly as heat energy transferred that power into the wind around them itself. 

Swinging the momentum of his first cut around he sheared another string that had been transferring heat into the air around him. That effect thus began to collapse on itself, effectively starting the entire process to channel that heat back to step one for both air and ground respectively. The heat and light itself might not be magic, but they had been brought here through that very power, thus cutting it from existence destroyed the effect. The effect being the transferring of all that heat into another medium.  

Tablurath had reacted to the casting as he had done to any such magic before, regardless of the method, without the catalyst of magic to start the process, the effect it created be it fire, ice or wind, would cease to be. This was Tablurath’s fighting art drilled into him as a child, all for the purpose of defeating Dreamers and god-like beings of similar energy manipulation. 

The angel at the gate was no more than a momentary obstacle. The path of both cuts had cut away the bindings to Tabluraths training weights attached to each side of his legs, shearing through some of his cape in the process. The earlier pressure of wind had cast his swords adrift around them, just a little over 8 meters away. The Cardinal had measured the distance perfectly, having seen earlier that the winged knight’s air control seemed to stretch at range of 8 meters. He had goaded the man into blowing each sword to the edge of that border.  

Outside his effective range, but not beyond Tabluraths Flash-point. As they now assembled just 26 feet away. The ground was a shadow of the warmth the Asaran had intended, but with the mibs gone now it was revealed that the floor had been eaten away to a flat platform by the cloud of nanomachines. They had served their purpose, leaving only the sword blades imbedded into the ground earlier. 

In one blur of movement Tablurath was suddenly gone. Moving faster than even his avian blooded friend would be able to follow. Appearing 27 feet away to the wing warriors far left side. His momentum stopped in place as he gripped one of the earlier cloned blades before it had even hit the ground. 

There at the Asaran’s feet was Mercy, dropped earlier by Tablurath in his faint moments ago. Energy poured through Khazna’s form, but so too did the realization he would need to act quickly. The effects of this place would wear on him quicker than normal now that he had begun using his full potential.     

No more planning only action would follow. 

He blazed forward appearing at his opponents left side swinging for his midsection. Before the blade ever met resistance however he was gone again. Appearing ten feet in front of Raelis before moving again to another sword spinning to his far left side. He repeated his earlier action and used the anchor that was Mercy and its copy to zero in on his opponents location. The world a great blur now even to Tablurath’s preternatural sight-- and if Khazna could scarcely see anything, his opponent was even worse off trying to follow him with his eyes.    

Appearing at the Asaran's right side now all this in little more than a second’s time, as Tablurath swung from left to right, aiming for the Asaran’s right wing. If his guess had been right before, the wing warrior’s defenses were automated, meaning he would sacrifice defenses for one area to defend the other. There was no reason it would not do so again. 

As for his opponents heat gathered into his sword and leg armor; those were untouched as channeling had started earlier for them. But should his opponent attempt to channel into the air around him or the ground at his feet again, the results would not change. The Cardinal was qutie ready for either of those moves now. His eyes zeroing in on further threads of power.

Now it was time to see how long his opponent would last being attacked from multiple locations almost simultaneously. It had now become a game of attrition.