[@Kazemitsu]

Eira was shaking. She was shaking bad. The girl hadn't known that she could go full out, but now she does. A feral grin was plastered to her face as her wild, brown eyes scanned the field. That last fight, between beasty and aqua, was exhilirating. Damnit, why couldn't she go up again. 

Eira's flames were sharp, jagged spears that danced around her form as she gripped the railing in front of her. The metal slowly froze in her grip, eventually shattering from the extreme cold. A heavy mist escaped her lips as she exhaled.

"Hey, Kaze," Her twisted voice, darker than anything the dragon could remember hearing, came out of her throat. "Wanna have a rematch?" Her feral, wild eyes turned towards Kaze. Eira's snow white hair flowed down her face as her head tilted backwards. Her black flames, exuding cold and darkness alike, danced around her in a bloodthirsty frenzy. If there was anyone who embodied the arctic in the dead of its eternal night, then it was Eira.