Aziza began growling on the couch as Lia's head whipped to the door from where she came through from the back lawn. Grunts, roars and clashes could be heard from the open door. Standing quickly, Lia and Aziza came bounding through the back door, breaking into the lawn to the sounds of battle and the smell of blood singing in the air. 
"Humans" Lia whispered in disgust. She turned to Aziza and smiled. They got to play again today. Aziza took off running, her sleek form moved like water, her Smokey form now solid, they both coursed with power. Lia's tattoos began swirling and moving, turning black to leak smoke like a cloud around her. 

Aziza launched into two men, her jaws wide and sharp. Upon impact with her touch, the men burst into flame. She whirled to the next man, wielding a sword. He swung down to cleave Aziza in half, his eyes filled with hate. His sword came down hard and fast. Aziza swirled into smoke at the intrusion of the blade, but quickly reformed and lunged at the man trying to free his sword from the dirt where Aziza's neck was. Lia chuckled and turned her attention to the group still emerging from the woods. Her hands flew up and the black smoke that sprang from her finger tips were solid black, inky curls. They sought out every orifice of the 4 men charging from the nearest copse of trees, forcing their way into the lungs of the men, before igniting into white hot flame. The men fell to their knees, unable to scream in agony, as terror wrapped their faces in a death grip. They would expire soon, and Lia turned her attention to 2 more men coming at her quickly, screaming their war cry with their ugly ruddy faces contorted in rage. She smiled and blew sand at them, covering them head to toe in a block of sand, she lit it on fire, slowly bringing the temperature of the sand up until it melted, cooking the men now encased in a block of clear solid glass. Steam bubbles encased in the glass forever from the moisture escaping the withered corpses where men had stood 2 minutes before. Their death was excruciating, and Lia relished in it. Aziza was now toying with her opponents across the field, slicing fire down one side of a man, then disappearing in a puff of smoke while the man swung wildly, fear replacing rage on his face, before she re-materialized mid swipe with her long claws turned toward the man's stomach, her body mid lunge as it solidified again. She let his cooked entrails spill to the ground before happily lapping at the her claws. The battle had died down by this point, her fellow elves holding their own. Her tattoos stopped swirling and her and Aziza plunked down together, Aziza grooming herself happily, her belly full with death. Contended as well, Lia began re-braiding her long black hair.