I think this has gone on for long enough, thanks for an incredibly enjoyable battle and I hope that the readers enjoyed this as much as we did. And hopefully this will show you that winning isn't everything. There are better ways to end a fight than: "Quoted, checking something" Argue, Argue, Argue! Mods opinion. Sadness.
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With the flames coming toward her Maren's eyes cannot help but be drawn to the masks in the sky above her, as she frantically flicks her gaze from side to side her brain becomes flustered and in a blind panic she throws together a series of handseals. Gradually slowing her handseals down as it dawns on her that she must accept her fate Maren drops to her knees and throws her arms out to her sides making a cross with her body, she closes her eyes and faces up to the skies allowing the torrential downpour of rain to wash away any thoughts flowing through her head. The touch of the cold rain in the darkness behind her eyelids is enough to soothe her of the thoughts of what is to come. Drowning out all other sounds apart from the trickling and the splashing of the raindrops around her Maren feels at one with the waters, truly settled for the first time.
Then the all too calming silence is broken, she screams as the myriad of techniques drives through her chest, the wind ripping her clothes and tearing through the outer layers of her flesh. Then the intense heat as her body is engulfed with the relentless roar of the flames, then, as the sound of her voice echoes through the air all around she collapses, her cheek hits the dirt as her heart is penetrated by the flash of lightning from above.
No time for a last word she finds herself, high in the sky, overlooking the chaos below. Her body, almost unrecognizable from the pristine beauty it once possessed is changing from the deepest of black to the purest of whites as the rain washes the ash from her now cold skin. Her back, almost bare is covered only by the few strands of material that survived the assault is covered in ruby, a glistening substance glimmers under the light of the remaining flames, however, as fond as she was of rubies in her prime, this was not so comforting, the ruby she saw now was a puddle of her own blood, spread over her back as it seeped out from the hole in her chest. The last place she looked was down, to the man that had defeated her, through the black mask and hood not much was visible, although she saw no remorse in his eyes. Unphased he looked on as the flames eventually dissipated into the air leaving the harsh smell of smoke lingering amongst the even more harsh scent of the girls burning flesh. Then a drop hit the mans cheek, a drop different to the rest of the rain drops which clattered against his body from above, this drop fell from the eyes of his victim, fallen from her face as she made her way to her new home in the clouds. The tear was not that of sadness, or regret. Instead the tear was one of forgiveness. The new world she had found was beyond peaceful, beauty was her virtue, and there is no beauty greater than paradise. And in paradise, she now resides.