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Streak then laughed.
"I've finally found an opponant of possible equality. I will definatly enjoy this." Streak laughed and waited for Issildia's next move.

Streak dived to dodge the attack but the blades cliped his shoulder and he hit the ground. He then rolled and sliced at Issildia's legs.

Kuchane, who had been unprepared, got swept away as the army came, his voice could be heard as they ran him over. he dissapeared for a few minutes, but emerged from the pile, fire blazing on his breath. His eye was closed out of his skull being cracked. He walked away as best he could, swiping at those he came across with his blade. He saw Issildia kill the soldier, and smiled. He continued walking, stumbling to the foot of the tower, collapsing at the stairs. Boaz fell out of his hands. Blood welled in Kuchane, and his black, almost surreal blood drained on the stairs

(((Please write in 3rd person, Thanks ~Crow~)))

((ok, here is the new one)) Thorn watched as the Lavorians forces advanced and he reached behind him and pulled out his weapon. He starts to spin it out infrot of him and it started to glow and lightning started to arc out at random Lavorians soldiers. But it only killing them one by one.

Archer did his best to avoid them, slashing at the Vines with El. All his other attacks fell, as he grew tired. He was breathing hard, concentrating on the block of sand he was turning into solid rock, feet into the earth beneath Zeo. One of the thorns caught in his ankle, and he crashed into the sand onto his back.

Issildia leapt back into a one handed back handspring to avoid the dagger, she landed in a low crouched position to allow the dagger to fly over her.
She then looked at Streak, a gaze of absolute rage, and venom centered in on him..."It ends now." she hissed as she stood from the crouch, she drove her blade into the ground and allowed it to remain there as her hands formed into a cross. Her index and middle fingers on both hands coming together into a cross, "Aman tel' Seldarine" she murmured, the blue of her eyes seeming to turn into a pale grey.
Her hands then changed position so that the smallest finger on her right hand and her thumb were the only fingers sticking out, the other three curled under the index and middle finger of her left hand.
"Elea ie' dome" she said, as the grey of her eyes was replace by black that gave her a rather demonic appearance.

She then violently wrenched her hands apart so that the were stretched out behind her form. "Thanga yassen , Bragollach en' templa!"
Issildia's eyes then changed from black to pure white, giving her the appearance of a specter.

Thunder crashed overhead as the rain continued to pour, and light began to emanate from the area around the two of them, shadows also tore themselves away from the ground and joined into the spell racing around Issildia and Streak...a maelstrom of light and shadow.

The tornado of light and shadow began to gain speed as it rose higher around them reaching up into the heavens. Issildia's arms then fell limp at her sides and her eyes returned to normal, she fell to her knees, blood now running from her nose and her normally olive toned face was ashen.

The light within the spell began to brighten and the shadows grew deeper as the spell prepared to complete itself. Suddenly the maelstrom of light and darkness collapsed in on itself setting off a great explosion of pale silver fire and black flame that swept outwards consuming the area in its inferno killing Larovian and Ryera soldiers alike. It then ceased it's rage after spreading outwards fifty feet or so and retracted in on itself, the silver and ebony flames turning to smoke and ash as the spell ended.

Issildia form then crumpled to the ground from exhaustion, she had been quite literally drained of almost all of her energy.
She could only hope that the Memento Mori as the spell was called, would be enough to end her opponent for it was one of the most potent that she happened to have command over.
Of course he would still live but he would have to find a new body to inhabit, because there was a good chance that this one would no longer be any use to him.

Issildia weakly clutched the hilt of her blade Sumar and attempted to use it to sit up, but she failed at this and only managed to weaken herself further. She cursed at herself under her breath, begging the powers that be to fulfill her wish to let this battle be over, for there was little hope that she would be able to continue on in this condition...


(Translations-*Spells based off of Elvish* "Powers of light and fell creatures of the Dark, lend me your aid" The remaining of the Elvish is a spell for a Curse and an Explosion of sorts)