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The Herald continued as before, but took a half step back as the effect began to become reality. This half step would coincide with flames licking across the ground in a 20ft diameter circle such tat the timing was one and the same. The circle was placed such that Tommy would be as far in the center as possible without the aven being within the area of effect, which might even leave Tommy at the center. A fraction of a second later this circle was hit by a fourty foot column of divine flames falling from above, commonly known to clerics as a Flame Strike. The spell was wrought of both flame and divine wrath invoked by The Herald's Lord.

The change in environment would do nothing to hinder the Flame Strike, especially seeing as it was divine flame falling from above. Those spikes set up around Tommy might not melt, but they would surely shatter. Where Sent in reality only had one pair of wings his next motion forced a sort of triplication, the wings fanning behind him as their appearance went from a single pair to three. Feathers composed of an orange glow would begin streaming behind him as he began to enforce his own rule upon the arena itself. Tommy might find himself moving a bit faster than usual, but the roar of the crowd would be dying away as the sun beat down [on the clouds if there are any] from above. Apart from this he seemed to be drawing sigils in the air again, waiting for Tommy's next move.

Speed would continually increase as the arena's speed in relation to that which was outside continued to decrease. To those watching even minute movements would be seen at a snail's pace. Temperatures would begin to rise throughout the arena as the whole got brighter, the application of the same amount of sun to an area that absorbed it at half the rate, or less, basically creating a greenhouse effect. The sigils continued as the aven watched his opponent with predatory eyes.

((********. No ******** clue you had posted.))

The bubble of ice would be slow in forming, but only by the smallest degree would it be affected. Had it been any element other than water the effect would have been much more noticable. Ambient light levels continued to increase as temperatures continued to rise, the birdman still drawing those same sigils in the air. Another boring standstill between the two me-...males of their respective species.

A burst of motion came from the Aven as a pulse of white light moved out from his body in a large wave. The hemispherical wave would continue until it passed well beyond the arena and possibly even into space on the upper scale. Despite being composed of rather harmless light and energy (it really is only a visual representation of energy unleashed) it moved slower than one might expect, just about at the pace of a fast run. As heat beat down from above the aven swept in behind the wave, his staff spinning before him to shatter any possible ice remaining and shred Tommy once he was within range.

Once the staff left his hands it continued moving at its incredible speed for approximately one half of one second, as perceived by the combatants in relative time. The further it moved the slower it would become, and thus the effect the aven was employing would become obvious. He was slowing down time for the entire arena, though the effects would be drastically reduced against a sentient or anything composed purely of water. With the amount of light steadily rising normal sight would quickly become unreliable, and with the light came heat, which would be highly detrimental to ice or liquid water.

As for the aven currently, however, he had not been expecting the assault against his person, nor did he expect to lose his staff. He would not be sent sprawling to the ground, however, as the kick impacted his armor, or the extension thereof, and took the brunt of the force. He was quickly on his knees with his opponent right in his face, something he hadn't expected for at least a few more moments of relative time.

((Beak. He's a bird. XD))

A shimmer of emerald and orange light would accompany the strike against his lower beak, sending his head jerking to one side from the blow. Slowly the aven would rise to his taloned feet once more, giving little attention to his opponent as he darted towards his staff. Soon vision would be nigh impossible within the arena as temperatures soared and time slowed, causing the air to react slowly to movement through it.

The amazing thing about being part bird was the fact that if someone tripped you the act of falling on your face could easily be interupted by flapping your wings and flying instead. A quick burst of speed and the aven was at his weapon, his taloned hands gripping it as it pulled him away from Tommy. It slammed roughly into an orange disk of light, though it did not seem to reverberate from the massive impact such a stop must have caused.