[CENTER][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/230116/a7d94ebf6892f0bf63ad8069ecd19282.png[/img][/CENTER] [hr] [i][color=D0D4E5]Stop it.[/color][/i] Another swing of her glaive. Another missed strike, as Elidthianis stepped seemingly-effortlessly out of the way. [i][color=D0D4E5]Stop it.[/color][/i] She tried again, this time a feint into a quick stab. But again, he danced past it. Her teeth ground against each other so hard her jaw hurt. [i][color=D0D4E5]Damn you, stop it![/color][/i] Whispers descended around them as he continued to taunt her, and she had to fight to keep the red veil of anger from blinding her as he continued humiliating her with how little he seemed to care. Still, she clung gamely on. She still had a few options up her sleeve, right? She just needed to get a little less straightforward, and a little more tricky. With a sudden motion she hurled her weapon as though it were a throwing spear, then, as he inevitably let it fly past, let the magic dissipate as it fell back into water. Immediately afterwards, another one dropped into her hand and she brought it to bear again with a twirl. All of this, though, was more or less a smokescreen. As she did her best to draw his eyes to her futile throw and the glaive being created again, a few more lines of runic script lit up on the larger of the two bracers, and behind and a bit above him small pockets formed in the fog as slivers of water, nearly invisible through the mist, slowly and silently accreted, edges and points blunted like the rest of her weapons. She swung for him again, trying her best to keep his attention on her as the knives finished forming, even as a growl of frustration and embarrassment seeped from her throat. Then, at an unseen command, they lanced at him like shards of glass. She let out a huff of grim satisfaction as she launched another attack and the knives closed in. [i][color=D0D4E5]Even you can't dodge it this time.[/color][/i]