The Cliff

[Senstren]

As weak as the kick would be, it still caught Senstren off guard and sent him stumbling off to the side. Momentarily hitting the ground, he quickly launched himself back up to his feet and turned around, bracing himself to counter attack while making a sprint for the scythe. The ringing in his ears as a result of the kick was making it slightly difficult to focus, but he managed to shake it off soon enough.

((Alright, that works for me. G'night, and thanks for the fight!))  

[Anita_Paper]

Anita double checked her wound. The rush of the moment having worn off and allowed her to feel the injury. She noticed that Senstren made a run for his scythe and decided to meet him at his own game,in a manner of speaking. She grabbed several of the pieces of paper at her hips and formed a large scythe of her own.  

[Senstren]

Senstren turned to glance at Anita as he moved. He laughed shortly when he saw Anita making a scythe. He jumped to grab his own scythe and pulled a front flip, planting his feet up against a tree. He then pushed off the tree and launched towards Anita, swinging his scythe in an effort to shatter or burn hers.  

[Anita_Paper]

Not accustomed to the weapon yet, Senstren's attack knocked her off her feet and the weapon from her hand. The paper scythe itself seemed to be undamaged. Part of the ability making the weapons very sturdy against more forces.  

[Senstren]

Senstren's momentum carried him another twenty feet where he landed on his feet and managed to slow down. He turned and started walking towards Anita, dragging his scythe on the ground behind him, blade up. He began drawing in energy, causing the area surrounding them to become pitch black. The wall of shadow did not move in at all, it merely seemed to set a boundary for their fight in a circle about fifty feet wide.  

[Anita_Paper]

Anita nipped up to her feet and looked around at the barrier.
"Isn't that going to make it hard for people to watch?"
Not one to give up she walked to her weapon and kicked it up to her hands. She swung it around herself twice to get a feel for the weight.

(Gotta go and cook dinner. I may be back on tonight.))  

[Senstren]

"Oh, people can see in, it's all a matter of what you and I see." He said, smiling. "In particular, what you see...or think you see." He shook his head to the side once, figuring that he may have just told her too much. Oh well, it didn't make that much of a difference. Gripping the scythe in his left hand, he pulled energy out of it and swept his right hand up at Anita, throwing a vertical line of flame at her. The flames lit the grass on fire as they hurtled towards her.

((Alright, not sure if I will be though, have a good dinner!))  

[Anita_Paper]

Anita moved to dodge the line of fire, a scroched path left in it's wake that ran through where she had been standing before. As she dove, she threw her paper scythe the weapon breaking down into the individual cards of paper, sending a barrage of over a dozen of the projectiles in Senstren's direction.  

[Senstren]

Senstren spun his scythe in a circle, creating a flame shield, and jumped backwards at the same time, disappearing into the wall of shadow. There was a moment of silence, and then the wall began to shrink. As it shrank, eight figures too shape, made entirely of the darkness. Each one was roughly the size of Senstren, and each had a scythe exactly the same as Senstren's original. Each shadow figure assumed a defensive stance, and started to move towards Anita.  

[Anita_Paper]

Anita smiled and then took a defensive posture of her own. She took a few steps back and looked over the approaching figures. She looked for something that could tell her which, if any of them, was the true Senstren.  

[Senstren]

((I should probably leave a hint as to how to figure this out...))

The eight figures were identical. One of them crossed through the flame, the light causing it's shadow legs to disappear until it crossed completely. As each came nearer to Anita, they began spinning their scythes in different ways, preparing different attacks. Three of them charged forming a closing triangle, two in front, one behind. The one behind brought it's weapon down vertically, the other two forming a scissoring move.  

[Anita_Paper]

She noticed that the legs of one disappeared for a moment but, taking that note limited her time to react when the three others attacked as one. She grabbed some large sheets of paper from her backpack and managed a sheild before they attacked. Not sure if the fake's attacks could hurt her yet, she figured there was only one way to find out anyway.  

[Senstren]

As the shadow figures struck the shield, their weapons vanished. As the shadow figures whisped away into a mist like substance, Senstren, who was actually invisible, broke out of his illusion like glass aiming a flying kick straight at Anita's chest.

((Basically the way it works is that the illusions can't hurt you, and Senstren can't harm you while being surrounded in an illusion, without the illusion breaking. Just thought I should clarify.))  

[Anita_Paper]

((Thankies for the clarifications! ))

Anita still had the shield and got it up to absorb the impact of the kick. Keeping herself from injurt but, the force of the action still knocked her back and to the ground. She hit the ground harder then she had expected, sending the wind from her lungs in a rush.  

[Senstren]

Senstren vanished as his momentum slowed, and with a crack, the eight shadows were back preparing for their next attack. As they did, each of them held their scythes in one hand, allowing the other to be engulfed in flame. Then, seven jets of flame shot towards Anita, while the eighth shadow charged at her, swinging it's scythe down vertically.