Thread: AVATAR: An Icy Burn-Out (BennyQ/Sketchyequine)

With a heave, Rikkar slammed his controlled water into the firebenders side, matched in intensity and strength by her own fiery defense. He gritted his teeth and his booted feet dragged skids through the dirt as he put pressure on her. He knew he ought to withdrew, her defenses far more formidable than he had ever imagined. His water sizzled and already the heat of his own liquid was beginning to boil and sear him. She taunted him over the fight but wasnt it her people trying to massacre the rest of the world? She began to put her own pressure on and with his injured ankle, he found his leverage a lot weaker. Rikkar didnt answer her. It would only be a waste of breath to talk to a demoness. But still, strength of conviction and his back to the wall made him fierce. He growled back at her and obstructively gave way, his mind only working up a new strategy. Something seemed to catch her attention a moment but he was focused too much on keeping his water in match with her endless flames to pay it much heed. If she tried to distract him in advance of her new assault, it failed, though it didnt make his defense of it any much better. The rapid succession of spewing orbs of fire punched through his shield, striking him like hard gusts of current to his abdomen and limbs. He hissed and was driven back from her, putting more and more room between them. He had to do something! Smoke rose in tendrils from several places on his body, searing his bronze skin to brighter hue of red. His clothes spluttered and burst apart. His water, flushed into steam, before regathered, remained mostly intact, though there was little opportunity to switch from the defense to the offense. He had to do something and fast, otherwise he may never gain the initiative. He glared at her abruptly and the air around him crackled as the temperature dropped. His body was going to feel it regardless if he won or not. The water split into two, forming jagged lances of ice around his forearms. No longer heeding the damage, he put pressure on his burned ankle, willing it for one last drive. He dodged her next fireball, hacked apart the second, and was suddenly upon her. But he feinted, not using his arms but delivering a hard kick to her midsection to whack her back to a tree. His arms flushed quickly after that, launching one of the icicle lances on his arm towards her, where it switched rapidly back to liquid, slapping her arm to the tree. Then it frozen again, pinning her there. With his remaining water, formed into a lance, Rikkar lined it up with her heart and then gave a shout, charging forward with an intent to run her through and outright killing her. It was for his peoples survival after all. And what she promised him so far was only misery and pain. Not even a warriors death. But he would do better and gave her a clean, honourable finish, even if she did not deserve it. His ice sharpened tip was aimed straight for her chest and he could endure a blast or two while still inflicting great harm to her. He wouldnt get to. The rumbling in the distance disguised the rumbling at hand. Before Rikkar could close, a grey shape swooped in and hammered right into his side. Ze roared in defiance as it leapt to his mistresss defense, sending Rikkar flying a dozen or more feet where his torso struck a tree, diverting his spiralling crash to the ground. For him, it was a whirlwind of sensation that he barely kept track of. One moment he was on the verge of stabbing the firebender. The next, his vision blackened and he could not breathe, his mind flipped on itself over and over again with such force he lost consciousness. Then when his body hit the ground after the tree and skidded to a halt, the blissful ignorance of unconsciousness left him. First the darkness shrouded everything, coupled with a throbbing, pounding sensation of pain throughout his entire body. He could only groan, unable to even open his eyes or wiggle his limbs, completely in shock from the blunt force trauma of the hit. All water he had been controlling simply collapsed. From the firebenders arm, his icicle lock would simply disintegrate and splash to the ground, soaked up quickly. And Rikkar was in no state to call it back. It all slipped away from him, leaving him defenseless and out of his misery. Well, almost. But the waterbender was down for the count.