Niflheim VS Mirja [Tournament Event]

Ice flowed into her veins, the rain thundered around, and it soaked her very being. Her white hair normally pristine hung dripping from her shoulder while her normal pristine white garments had been changed out for a black cloak one that touched from her toes to her head. The hood covering her eyes and allowing her surprisingly to blend into the stormy display, the plum-hued sky merely turning bright for a moment with a flash of lightning, to illuminate her platinum colored gaze that practically glowed in the low light setting. The Elect of the vandenreich was many things, a leader, a person who could come to care about others as if they were her own, but above all? She valued her people, the quincies and because of this she had hardened her heart until it was similar to the glacial lands she hailed from. Her bow in her hand it’s light muted because her mind had reflected the intention to conceal. She wished the bow not to be seen, hence it was harder to spot, yet as she had appeared in the rocky terrain with the winds roaring about, she had elevated herself first off on a block of reishi raising it until she stood high in the air.

Suspended there she had looked down in the landscape, her pale gaze skimming the dreary earth below. Then she would have slowly looked until she spotted her opponent, maybe a mile due east of her, her own form quickly disappearing into the gale as her dark cloak blending in with the plum filled sky next? She had released an arrow directly at the female, and then let loose another seven in rapid succession. Each one would fly true and collide within a foot of one another with pin-point accuracy. With any luck? These arrows would do their job, and put the opponent to rest however if not? The female had paused her face mostly shadowed while she let her bow tilt back as she’d pull it back as far as it would go, energy funneling down into the very fabric of the spirit-made weapon. Then? It would fire up the arrows vanishing into the sky itself before it would turn from pouring rain to pouring quincy-made arrows. 500 of them would fall down towards the ground covering a thousand foot radius.

Yet as she rose, a wetness could be felt on her face, yes even if she saw the necessity as a person, she abhorred wanton violence and senseless fighting. Even as she forced herself to steel her heart and fortify her mind against the pain. She continued to fight, because she saw the logic of it, she could show that the quincy were not weak, were not defeated. That was more important to her than her own morality, than her own ideals. This was why as she bounced on her toes she waited to see if possibly her opponent was going to back down however if she didn’t? The quincy would be ready to enter the fray once more. She did not cower in the face of death, not when this much was at stake. She would be strong for her people. Strong for her race, hence she had raised her bow and allowed energy to gather across the surface four arrows forming and hovering at her back while she waited. Her words coming out as a warning.

”..If you surrender i won’t have to hurt you. Pick wisely.”

With her warning given? She waited to see the outcome of her opening act.