Kings and Lords oft turtled inside their fortresses, stuffing their faces in the dining hall as their soldiers fought the wars and risked their lives. This was a particular scene that came to Crystal as she watched the man build his bulwarks. He clearly didn't want her anywhere near him, and she understood exactly why: If she were any other fighter, she wouldn't want Crystal anywhere near her either. It was the smarter thing to do when met with an adversary like herself, but it was always a drag to deal with. Either way, his defenses weren't her primary focus. One who specializes in building fortresses would logically also specialize in tearing them down. She was already knee-deep in a plan to have them dealt with. With a super-shunted hop, ten more meters were placed between them.

Initiative was not high on either side, as to take it would also give up ones position and strategy. It was as clear as the ringing of a crystal goblet that this was going to quickly devolve into a zero-sum game. However, Crystal was a different class of mage. Even her passive actions could become considerably more active with some lateral thinking.

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      Bose-Einstein Condensate on standby...
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High above the battlefield there was a change in the local weather, timed with her shunt. Whether it was the precipitation of either magi's unique brands of magic interacting with the similar veins of the storm, or some other process[sup]*[/sup], the results were totally natural. The temperature dropped by several degrees as hot air rose to fill a cold void in the sky -a supercell updraft-. As colder air descended in response, anyone versed in basic earth science would be able to predict what would happen next: The quick forming of a tornadoes tell-tale tail that would touch earth in under a single moment. Spanning a girth of 25 feet(landing just over the halfway point), the swirling F2 would pull any free water or material near Myron, perhaps including his pretty halo into its ravenous vortex, and bore a wind strong enough to snap trees and force vehicles to play bumper-cars. The fact he was standing on a frictionles surface like ice would mean keeping his footing would be a greater problem. Regardless of what weight those impractical ice wings added, chances are he'd still be lifted into it in quite a fit of irony as well.   

With whipping winds readily available, and the thunderstorm implying high moisture, she procured from the field, trapping air and water in a large den of bubbles that began to [i]pop[/i] into existence before her, slowly inflating like balloons. Despite their whimsical nature, make no mistake: they were as dangerous as a lit molotov next to a gas heater.

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Edit: Changed ? To * to note area of interest.[/hider]