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Amethyst Another circle drawn in the snow. And the alchemist grins. "This time, no holding back. We gotta see what we can do." Amethyst says, throwing an alchemical canister into the air and grabbing it as she watches Frosty. There's a calm and determined grin on her face. Confident ears are up. So rarely are Amethyst's ears up these days... None the less, her tattoos are vibrant, ready, perhaps charged by the dragon blood in her veins.
Hoarfrost Hoarfrost limbers up a bit having seen the energy in her student so early in the morning she halved expected this. Wearing the stronger heaviest bit of cloth armor that Rishi's demon made her. "No holding back?" the witch raises an eyebrow. Surprised at the terms of the combat laid out before them. Without saying a word Petrichor moves from her place near the cabin to trotting along side the Lunar. "Are you sure you want this?" she asks knowing she won by a narrow margin last time, and trusts her if she insists she is ready.
Amethyst Amethyst nods, and she tempers herself. Her aura doesn't glow this time. Instead, she calmly channels her essence. But the she pops the canister, and it just sorta explodes in her hand. "Augh." And then she realizes she didn't actually pucture herself to let her blood flow. And so she goes to fix that, and it takes her a moment to find her athame. And then it misses her, before finally drawing enough blood to allow her blood whip to form around her. Humbled ears go down.
Hoarfrost The witch at least has the good manners to not attack the moment there is a nod instead waiting for Amethyst to prep her spell. Taking the time herself to turn into the snow leopard she fought in before. Briefly she considers casting a spell of her own but decides against it. The red eyes of the cat meeting Amethyst's and giving a bow of respect when she looks ready.

Petrichor stands close taking a defensive action to protect her master not bothering with any politeness. There is a moment she looks like she might leap as the spell is being cast but Hoarfrost gives her a mental command to wait.

Amethyst Amethyst pulls her ears back. She can't afford to hold back anymore. It'll be the rising essence of her blood that leads her to victory. And so, she bolts forward at lightning speed before either of them could react. Her whip turning from red to blue as her anima starts to glow. And her tattoos, too, begin to intensify their glow. And at last, her whip moves to a thin point that cracks with the force of flames racing from an explosion. And noticing the beast's defensive stance, it would be her she would strike first
Hoarfrost Combat starts before the witch has realized it. The alchemist thrashing out with impossible speed. A sick feels stirs in her guts every time she is forced to fight. Seeing the whip she goes to defend herself. The sharp yelp from Petrichor snapping her out of the initial panic. Giving into the beat a little hoping to let its strength guide her she charges across the snow and into her friend claws out ready to pounce!
Amethyst The Dragon's whip is too quick. Swinging into the motion against Petra, she just pivots on the rapidly melting snow to deflect the strike, sending it elsewhere as she then is in the perfect spot to defend against whatever Petra might try. Like a little tornado of blood and steam.
Amethyst And again she just spins and throws the beast astray. And as her hit connects, her anima swells brighter and more intense, the steam suddenly shifting from a hot flow to an unreslenting tide. Both Petra and Frosty can feel Amethyst's anima thicken up to its most intense, like trying to claw through hostile waves that threaten to topple entire fleets. And she stands, and she looks at Frosty. That's her lover, her friend and ally. But she has a point to make here. And so she raises her arm up to the heaven, her anima swelling to bonfire as the runes on her body loosen and flow within the waters, aligning all along the whip which glows with the same intensity, as tho reaching all the way to heaven itself.

And the wave comes crashing down, like a sea lion with a hungry mawl about to consume all that's before it. A tsunami of essence and anima and water and blood flows more rapidly than the eye can see, stronger than a riptide and fiercer than a hurricane. The essence crashes against the snow and flows, leaving a clear path where it looks like the essence wore away the the land going out a fair bit, just a foot to the right of Frosty.

Hoarfrost The lash strikes like an enire river crashing down next to her. The ground near her is worn raw. The snow, the plants that feed the forest even a decent amount of dirt washed away in an instant. Both Petra and Hoarfrost look a bit shocked the battle only lasting but a few seconds has already been decided. Birds and beasts alike fleeing the clearing from the sound, not to mention the dangerous anima all around them. The snow in the clearing is already melted away.

Silver essence engulfs the cat creature as it shifts back to Hoarfrost who is still soaked in a combination of blood and evaporated snow. Her dress protecting her from the anima. "You are strong good." Voice trying to stay a tone of the strong teacher, even if her voice trembles a bit from the battle. "But you have allot to learn before you can call yourself a steward" Gesturing around her to the damage done in the last few seconds. The roof of the porch collapsing almost for effect.

Amethyst Her anima seems to have gone with the tide, as it is just a glowing bluish-purple corona around her. Not even an element in it aside from her own, passively moving like the subtle waves of a small lake. The Dragon stands victorious, and looks upon her destruction with awe. She destroyed a good chunk of the foilage around here.

Wait, that's not a good thing. Victorious ears went up, embarrassed ears now go down. Her whip dissolves into blood the ground she just overturned. And Frost's words punctuate her feelings. And then the roof just kinda collapses with her heart.

"Maybe we shouldn't had fought in the forest..." She muses. "I'm not much of a steward, am I?" Then again, she thinks . o 0 (of course I'm not. I'm a Dragon.) followed by . o 0 (But what about the whole 'lunar dragon' thing?) And her thoughts war in her head as her ears just sorta move on their own accord, externalizing the inner conflict.

Hoarfrost There is a soft sigh as Hoarfrost takes in the work she has before her. Eyes going over the damage and assessing how long it will take to heal. She doesn't seem angry just ... tired? "Combat is more than the strength of your arm." The Lunar kneels into the freshly rent dirt. Running her hands through the broken perma-frost. Dirt undisturbed in an age. "It is awareness of the world around you. Even in life and death combat you have to consider more than the enemy in front of you." Gesturing to her forehead where her caste mark would be. "Hiding is what we do. Managing how much our anima flares is constantly on my mind for who might be watching. You too have to be mindful not of unseen enemies but of innocents."

Hands rolling the dirt back into place she starts to do what she can to help the area heal. "It is a good lesson." Voice carrying a bit more of the warmth to it as she works "When it is just plants, this will heal in time. This land is bathed in my essence. When you fight in town? With your friends? You must consider what you will do then."

Amethyst "Mmm. It just feels nice to suddenly have the glowing warmth or cool or earth around me." The alchemist says. "And I guess, I just wanted to show off my strength. It's what my blood yearns for." Just as it yearns for her to help fix what she did. So she goes over and tries to help Frosty with her task of putting the earth back together, gently using her own gifts to weave the earth back together. "Essence is something that I can easily see taking a lifetime to master. Lest it master you in the meanwhile."