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[OOC]I will note that Torment's bio is far from complete, and I haven't looked at yours in some time, so, yeah ^_^ Too lazy to go look too >.> Anyway, I will allow you to set up the terrain, leaving this post for OOC notes of my own.

Assume all of Torment's spell deal non-lethal damage. The equivalency of nonlethal damage in lethal damage results in unconciousness instead of death. If lethal damage is dealt, such as by Soul Forge weaponry, Soul Forge effects, or anything else that is not one of Torment's spells, it counts towards the Nonlethal damage equivalency. This is based off of, but not taken directly from, D&D rules.

Torment shall begin this fight as Torment.[/OOC]

The flames in the torches throughout the Coliseum began to burn brightly, their flames surging with a bright blue flame that was hardly natural. The flame began to overtake the halls on the side opposite Willow, the torches becoming infernos of celestial fire. The distinct sound of boost clomping on a solid floor rang out, signalling the flame's source: The one, the only, Torment Nusradai.

The flames quickly raged out of control as his form became outlined in the flame, passing through without a second thought. As he left the flames behind, they followed. Not only in his footsteps did they leap forth, but his back was alight with two majestic wings that stretched out behind him, each of the most vibrant violet wreathed in an aura of the same azure flames. Two white balls of fluff peeked through a tangle of ashen locks that were kicked up by a heated wind that rose around him, his violet eyes hidden behind a pair of shades so dark in color they appeared black instead of their natural purple. His shirt billowed around him, the phoenix emblazoned upon the back seemingly in flight, the two wings protruding from Torment's back passing through the thin material without harming it the slightest. Odd.

He gestured wide as he spoke, "This place is not fitting for me to so much as grace it with my presense." He gave Willow a sideways glance, "Just don't stand there all day, my dear. I might get bored and have to really teach you a lesson for wasting my time."

Torment didn't so much as move as the blade went up and through the wing, creating a burst of azure flames that spread outwards much like a fireball to consume Torment and anything else within a five foot radius of the wing, all of it the same flaming blue. Yet the wing remained. The flames licking at Torment's leg seem to go unnoticed, ignored wholy and completely.

He brought his left hand up into a balled fist in front of his face, concentrating for a moment before three claws of what seemed to be brilliant robin's egg blue ice forced themselves from between his knuckles. With a quick jerk in a downward direction a short trident ejected from his arm, emerging from magical storage. His right hand came up and snatched it from the air as he spun, aiming to turn and slash at Willow. The slash would not come from the trident, named Wave, itself, but from a blade of white light growing from the tip.

The fireball of flame danced around Torment as it began to infuse with the same robin's egg blue as the small trident, a dull roar beginning to fill the area from the flames themsleves. Out from the fireball, which oddly had not died down, Torment's wings pulled out and swept up in front of him with a counter, the Wing Shards. A burst of wind, flame, and parcels of energy in the shape of feathers came darting out towards Willow, each aligned only to Torment's own soul, born of the Soul Forge. A few would meet the kunais and cancel out the assault, but the others, ranging in the twenties, were all aimed at Willow.

Willow's expectations would, however, be far from reality. The song not only had no effect on the Archmagi, but began to bend to his will instead. Aye, he could hear it, but he was a Master of Illusions and Transmutations. Deceit and Change were nothing to him, and bowed down before him. Whatever the music was, it began to pulse with the beat of Torment's own heart, quickening as the tempo was seized and set aflame. To use one's own element against them is suicide.

((If, for some reason, my attempts to override the Music of Illusion cannot be executed or they'd still have no effect, then I guess its fun background music? ^_^))

The fireball around Torment was burning white hot, now bright enough to veil him in a shroud of light and flames, yet this was not his goal. The floor upon which they stood began to take on an unearthly glow as if the stones were begining to shine with a radiance that stemmed from the spirit within. Torment's spirit. He was doing little as he extended his soul outwards in conjunction with the casting of a spell, the flames that wreathed his wings flaking off in sheets as soul energies were used for both actions.