He gripped the orb and lowered his arm to point directly at the encroaching gorgon beast. His thunder drenched fingers pulled back close to his eye and he took an archer’s aim directly at the creature’s chest. The lavender bolt he drew extended from beyond his pointer and behind his right shoulder, making a high pitched whine that was music to his ears, the sound and frequency of unadulterated energy, electricity.
Qarinah's approach was slow and deliberate. Her feet barely touched ashened earth as she admired the vibrant wizard from afar. He'd finally wound up close enough for her to truly appreciate the subtle delicacies of his features. Athletics and combat molded his physical definitions. And the fine creases of arrogance along his cheeks truly complimented his youthful charm. He was a looker, too. Which helped when you were a performer already confident in your craft. But despite his flair, to no one's surprise, this high voltage circuis was beginning to bore Qarinah and the novelty of the chase had already run its course. Qarinah wanted her hands dirty.. which was why she smiled watching Zero stop to mold another one of his hand held storms into an impromptu bow and arrow. He was adamant about his keeping his distance, it seemed to be where he was most comfortable.
No more of that.
“Let’s just get to the point,”
He said casually, letting the arc loose at the monster. Which prompted Qarinah's laser thin pupils to pulsate in response. From the beginning of their dance, she'd been fixated on every inch and centimeter of her opposite. She'd grown accustom to the explosive sounds his muscles made when they contracted. How his brown flesh literally beamed under moonlight. But beneath the beauty and aethetics of his techniques, Qarinah was hunting for weaknesses. Patterns. Faults in his discipline that she could exploit.
But once Zero's fingers let off his assault, Qarinah found what she was looking for. It was a tiny window he gave her but the second that arrow of plasma left his bow, Qarinah's 6' frame materialized in its place.
Zero would notice, hopefully too late, that this was no wild feat of speed. Qarinah teleported in front of him the second his contracting muscles in his back, chest, shoulders and biceps gave her the signal. Dodging lightning wasn't easy, mostly in part to its speed, but largely due to its temperamental nature. Unpredictability masked its incalculable velocity, making it a force of nature to be reckoned with. Therefore, the problem with trapping lightning in a bottle of course.. is the cracks in the bottle.
It took little effort anticipating when he'd let loose his bolt, and she didn't bother to look at the chaos it let off behind her. No she reappeared focused, with her right leg strategically placed in between Zero's left leg in attempts to thwart any hasty escapes before he hatched them, and trap him in place. Face to face with this dwarfing nightmare.
Her voice was soft, eeriely intimate behind her ghastly fangs and crazed expression. But those words would probably never reach Zero in time. Her talons, shearing through wind and sediment would have found him long before then. With both hands, she'd unleash a deadly ballet of swipes. Each strike strong enough to rip earth from soil with a familiar vacuum of force and she exponentially magnified her ferocity as she persisted. She was so eager to bleed him she couldn't keep her tongue in her mouth. If she got him, even a little bit, she wanted to lap up anything he'd spill for her. But by the time she let up, the force of her barrage would have buried the both of them in a crumbling basin, and what was left of her target would have been dripping off her face.