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The attack indeed, did hit Sann in the hoo-ha. As she cried out in pain, Genevieve laughed maliciously. It had been a while since she had done that to anyone. Good times... She trotted over to the crying Sann and lifted her off the ground. She brushed off her shoulders and dried her tears. "There there..." She shook the little twerp violently. "Wheres mah prize!!" The little sprite looked up, sadly, and spoke.

"You baffoon, Im supposed to give a corny yet much needed speech! Its inevitabl-"
"I dont care!" Gene interrupted, "I want a prize." She pouted her lower lip as her eyes were consumed in flames. Fine fine Thought Sann to herself. The little fairy handed the symbol of wind to Genevieve, gasping for her to let her down. Genevieve did, and Sann hit the ground with a thump.

Genevieve started to exit the cave, looking at the Symbol of Wind, a little puzzled by how she could use it. Enchant it...enchant something with it...eat it? There were so many possibilities, that the only thing Gene could do was smiled. And as she beamed, whilst exiting the cave, she swore she could hear a monologue in the distance.

Sann was amused to see the sudden change in personality. She greeted his attack with a similar one that sent his back at himself attacking him. The slash of light hurdled back towards Rage, it wobbled and lost its gripping and started to spin about, hitting Rage completely long wise.



Rage held his arm, that was further damaged. He got up again and saw another attack coming back upon him. He immediately changed in color as he allowed his body to become intangible. The attack phased through him hitting the wall behind him. He knew he couldn’t attack while in the form so he reverted back to a physical form and barely managed to leap into the air over another blast of air.

While in mid air he sent another of his Ghastly Slashes at Sann.

Rages attack was dead on. Sann hit the wall, but she was not damaged to badly. She floated into the air and turned around. He eyes glazed in anger. She then slashed the air sending yet another slash at him. She was to frustrated to the point of silence. Her focus entirely upon attacks. She sent them speeding at her target. Each one finding its mark.

Rage was able to defend himself with her crossed arms for the most part, but it finally proved to be a bit much. He was sent to the ground, in agonizing pain.

-10HP
70/100

Rage looked up weakly and closed his eyes, regaining strength as he focused. He stood up and seemed to disappear again. This time appearing above the female spirit, and giving her a swift kick to the face sending her to the ground.

Sann did not stop at his pleads, in fact she used her momentum to her advantage. She enveloped herself in the air, that exploded as she hit the ground, sliding Erin against the ground to the wall, again. He hit with a hard thud, saliva knocked loose from his mouth.

-10HP
50/100


Erin started to shiver as his shy timid side switched, then back, then switched again. Rage standing up, extremely angry and sore, but he ignored his pain. He walked up to the Wind spirit, and held his hand to his side, letting it start to glow and then he finally slashed at her, just close enough to not hit her, but the slash that radiated from it hit hard.

Anar stood in front of the temple entrance that loomed over him. Darkness infiltrated the hall that presumably led to the inner sanctum where Sann resided. He shifted his weight to his right foot. A gust of wind emerged from the darkness, swirling around Anar. His long white robes and chains dangled in the wind, and settled again in their places as soon as the gale had died down.

Sann has acknowledge my arrival.

Modi was securely fastened to a belt at his hip, picking up the sun light with its metallic blade and reflected it back ten fold. Anar flexed his shoulders, shifting the large object on his back into a more comfortable position between the blades of his shoulders. The quiver of silver arrows hung loosely over one shoulder, also picking up sunlight as the quiver swung back and forth in the breeze.

To any onlookers, it would seem that this would-be archer before them is missing his bow. An archer with arrows, but no bow? Has he gone mad?

Anarel tightened his lip as he walked deftly into the shrouded hall of Heaven's Eye.

Another gust of wind blew through the darkness. He gripped the hilt of Modi. Anarel could sense the free-spirited mana of Sann. It grew stronger as he neared the inner sanctum. A dim light could be seen at the end of the hall. It was a source of light produced by torches, as well as an opening at the top of the sanctum, Anarel could perceive that much.

His foot finally stepped into the dusty, inner sanctum, brightly illuminated by torches, and as he predicted, a large circular opening in the temple's roof.

"An elf has come to Heaven's Eye?"

A playful voice seemed to materialize as a sudden gust of wind began to pick up. Anarel did not move.

He cleared his throat. A brief pause, and a torrent of winds began to collect from different directions. It was unnatural. This was Sann's doing. A small tornado formed dead center in the room, carrying with it dead leaves, dust and debris from the temple floor. The torches flickered, making eerie shadows dance wildly along the rune-etched walls of the sanctum.

"No, not full elf..." The voice emanated from the winds, then abruptly dissipated, releasing the leaves and debris to the floor. Sann hovered before him, a slight breeze dancing around her, playing with her clothes and hair.

"An elf, tainted with Huma-"

He didn't have time for the verbal jests of this wind deity. Before she could finish her statement, Anarel used his elvish grace and swiftness to quickly reach behind him and grip Magni's riser to position the bow in front of him, while retrieving with his other hand, an ordinary single, silver arrow from its quiver.

He slung the arrow back into his bow, and released with unnatural speed. The silver arrow glistened and sparkled as it traversed the winds straight into the direction of Sann's forehead.

Sann dematerialized into wind currents as the liquid-flamed rained down onto its target. The ground beneath Anarel was scorched black and left sizzling and rising with wispy tendrils of grey smoke. The silver arrow was stuck firmly into the ground, unaffected by the great fire.

"Tch..." Anarel expressed his dismay.

Sann was no where to be seen, but he could still feel her presence below him. A current of wind picked up, and brought Sann spinning gracefully into view once more, unharmed. Using her spinning motion, she released a limp, outstretched arm in Anarel's direction, and a violent barrage of wind currents bolted toward him.

Having no time to invoke protection magic, he twirled Magni with both hands into a horizontal position, fixating the large shield that was fashioned into Magni's riser in the direct path of the oncoming winds.

It was of no use. The winds made their way around his poor defense, traveling across his skin. He felt mana in those currents. As soon as the winds touched him, cuts began to form where the wind swept. Sparks exploded from Magni's limbs as the deity's mana tried to cut into it.

Anarel fell to the ground on his legs, but staggered at bit as he tried to regain balance. Warm blood trickled down his tanned skin and left an awful mark on his white coat.

She's toying with me.

He was quite a ways from Sann. Long-ranged attacks proved to be of no use. Wasting no time, he quickly grabbed the fallen arrow from his initial attack, placed it in its quiver and returned Magni to its position on his back.

He placed a hand over Modi's hilt as he placed a foot onto the wall behind him, pushing on it as if he were about to scale the wall with just his legs alone. As soon as he was able to place two feet against the wall, Anarel reared his legs, and launched himself off of it into Sann's direction. He released Modi from the clasp of his belt and aimed it at the wind deity.

In a way, Anarel had become an arrow himself.

Sann's eyes widened and her smile quickly faded. This half-elf did not waste any time. The arrows came at her at a blinding speed, and all she could make of them were shining sparks flying toward her.

As soon as she felt both of the arrows' tips touch her being, she released a high-pitched scream and dispersed into a torrent of strong winds before they could pierce her.

The entire sanctum shook and any object that was not fastened to a firm surface was blown into the walls. Dust poured from the cracks in the walls and roof of the sanctum. The dust cloud that shrouded Anarel blew away as well, revealing a motionless, dust-covered figure. He said nothing, and stepped forward to catch the two arrows that had been blown off course. He returned them to his quiver. He also pulled the arrow from the ground when he launched the great fire from a previous attack, and placed it back into the quiver as well.

Before he entered the hall that led to the outside, Sann's voice was heard once more, "Ha! You sneaky half-elf! Take this, a token of my appreciation, for managing to inherit the craftiness of your elven kind!"

Anarel turned his head, and a soft breeze rose from beneath him. A small object appeared in his slightly closed hand. Anarel paused, said nothing, and stuffed the object into a pocket within his coat.

He entered the darkness of the hall and left Heaven's Eye.