"So you have finally come forth to fight, Banshee Queen. I thought the day would never come. What brought you out of hiding?" Gandalf asked with a hint of true curiosity. He knew he didn't have much time before the demoness would come forth to attempt to end his own life. It didn't matter much what her response was. He knew he had to end this quickly and without wasting any time. "You may not be one for words, Akasha. But we were once friends before you became what you are. I'd like to know what became of you after you left our home?"
"Surely you can't mean that! Rumor had it is that you lost your mind after you left. That you had been driven to the edge of insanity!" For a moment he had lost his cool. She truly had become so mad she could believe that everything was fine.
''lost? loST? LOST? There's is nothing to be lost here.''
"Akasha..." Gandalf said sadly under his breath as he listened to her speak. All hope was lost. She was lost. She had been lost since her childhood. She could not be reasoned with. "I'm sorry..." he said as he wove a single hand seal causing storm clouds to gather above. The tapping of rain would be heard shortly thereafter as small drops fell to the ground leaving behind a pleasant sound and smell to the battlefield.
Gandalf would carefully watch as Akasha's Great Stone Golem would rise from the pillar to defend her and lash toward him. Gandalf would proceed to slam his hands upon the ground and raise his own stone golem of equivalent power and size. Through its own arm motion it would proceed to intercept yours in a dramatic and flashy fashion causing the two arms to slam into each other shattering resulting in a clash of great magnitude ripping apart both golems. The rubble collapsed beneath you and your golem now 7 meters from Gandalf's position.
