They were fortunately only fighting one opponent today but one that could summon allies. The people of the arena watched on, Skald of course watching Llunet keenly even he did not recognize the spell for he was Bryne's apprentice and thus had a natural deficiency in cold based magics.

He understood the effects while observing them though and the arc cut across the empty space of the arena. And while they were not in the direct path the lizard things were close enough to Umri to have to dodged. One of the lizard creatures nimbly got out of the way, the other nearly did but was a hair too slow, got hit by the arc and exploded before the wall was slammed into and frost billowed down to the arena floor.

Umri casual waved his hand above his head, his body bursting in flames, the flakes dissolving as he went. Even the frosty path surrounding his feet had been melted away and he seemed not to be hindered overly much though he reassessed the two girls again. He was going to go after Lia but this attack showed that Net could be of annoyance as well. She already obliterated one of his demonic minions.

The other was sluggish, cold and reptiles, even demonic ones, did not mix. He was once quick now the demon was a bit sluggish as it came forward towards Lia, lemon yellow eyes glaring at her as he neared. He had fought in the Abyssal armies, even so Ophelia probably had more knowledge in tactics then him. A demonic army was rather chaotic after all. He did have some reach on her with the pole arm and as he neared he made a few sluggish feints and tried to keep at bay. His footwork was sloppy though now that the temperature had been leeched out of the air as snow continued to fall.

Ophelia had a chance as she fell into a high guard. The glave was more effective a weapon when used in a formation and unlike a halberd that had a hooked end and could be drawn back suddenly the glave was a redundant weapon in close so she waits for the inevitable thrust, Net's spell assisting in slowing his reaction time Ophelia took advantage, side stepping then slashing as the thing lunged forward, intending to skewer her.

It saw the attack though, pulled back and turned a mortal blow into a superficial one as a bloody black scar appeared on it's scales. Even sluggish the thing was quick but at least it abandoned the glave this close in already seeing how foolish the weapon was as he darts in ready to use a deadly blur of motion in a claw-claw-bite routine. Of course what was once a blinding attack was somewhat negated by the sluggishness. It would not be overwhelming but it hope it was quick enough.

In the opening seconds of the contest matters did not disappoint. There was already one death after all and one wound, the crowd was chanting, some for the girls, many against depending where they hedged their bets.

“NOT BAD, I AM GOING TO ENJOY RAPING YOU AND YOU FRIEND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN.” Umri smirked as he lobed a globe of fire at Net. He had not expected it to hit but used that moment to transpose himself vanishing from one side of the arena to directly behind her. For he sake there was a second delay in his actions though he assumed that he could get in closer to deal with her and let the other demon play with her friend for now.

Net had seen through his ruse knowing the globe of fire wouldn’t hit her but Net yelped seeing the demon she had intended to kill with that attack she used, who was suddenly behind her, she dived out of the way just in time as it took a swing at her. Before she could recover from evasive maneuver the demon lunged at her again, this time she fell backwards landing on her bottom. When Net landed on her butt her legs was spread wide open, giving the demon a clear view of her panties which was snug around her form, the curves of her labia very noticeable in those well conforming white panties.

The demon had paused at his attack to enjoy the view, “Ouch! My ass hurts now!” Net grumbled then looked up to see the demon in striking range but doing nothing, Net was confused at what the demon was looking at. Net followed his gaze to the source of his amusement, Net gasped realizing what he was looking at and tucked the leather skirt between her legs and closed her knees. “Oh your such a pervert!” Net yelled at him when he thrust his hand down at her. Net yelped seeing the huge hand coming at her, Nets fingers on both hands spread wide as they moved upwards looking as if gesturing spears coming upward and crossing. The spell Net had cast was like strings of a puppet as Ice Stalagmites erupted from the ground trapping the demon forearm in the crossing Ice Stalagmites wall, blood dripping down the ice while Net quickly got up and turned to runaway.

Net wasn’t sure how long that would hold him, but she wasn’t sticking around to find out. “Ahh!” Net yelled feeling her hair being grabbed and pulled back, her feet leaving the ground of the arena. “Your mine now!” the demon told her. “I would rather die then be yours!” Net screamed at him, then as if getting an idea she mumbled to herself. “Die?!” Net said then looked over at Lia. “Get away from here Lia, I’m not sure I can control this spell!” Net yelled to her best friend. Before the demon could react a blizzard tornado was created around Net that made it impossible to see her.

There was suddenly a high pitched scream within the blizzard tornado that surrounded Net, as quickly as the scream came it was silenced. The demon that was holding Net hair, notice his hand was slowly going numb as it crept up his forearm. The blizzard tornado that had obscured Net slowly dissipated revealing a Net ice sculpture, the outfit she was wearing at the time slowly crumbled from such frigid temperatures away from the body of the Ice Net, the face frozen in what looked like twisted pain holding her hair above her that the demon hand was holding which also was turned to ice and it crept up his arm like a slow moving lava of ice.

The chest of the ice sculpture pulsated like a heart beat made of light that was slowing and all together finally stopped as if it was the only thing left of Net that was alive and died slowly. Once the light stopped pulsating like a heart beat just seconds after the Ice Sculpture of Net naked body began to crack from the heat from the demon, though the ice sculpture was cracking, no amount of heat the demon could produce could stop the ice from creeping up his arm would melt it. Net the Ice sculpture exploded as ice shards flew like a grenade had exploded, anything the ice shards touched slowly started to turned to ice.

Lia arm started to tingle as if imbued with magic and started to move on its own and began to parry the ice shards that was come at her, those that she missed just bounced off of her armor not even freezing, the temperature within the arena had to of dropped another 15 degrees. The ice that hit the blade made it freeze but it never reached the hilt like Lia was protected by some unknown magic.

Compared to the footwork of the guards the princess of Taavar was used to fighting, the lizard-thing with a glaive was no match in style. She didn’t fall for his feints. Those elite-warriors that had been trained for their whole lives and then assigned to guard the royal family would be able to give this beast numerous lessons in fighting. But… there was no doubt a strike from that glaive would be lethal if it connected. A single mistake was all it took. And Ophelia could figure it would need more than one strike to take down this thing, not to mention she had never fought one of his kind before. Still, as he approached and stabbed, she instinctively knew exactly what needed to be done…

Sidestep. Strike lightly at his weapon. Lounge forward, pushing his weapon aside at the same time. Stab, directly at his center. The routine firmly trained into her body finally came to use. She figured a stab would be more effective against the hard scale of a lizard than a slice. But… it had been a mistake to think it would work perfectly. The beast, while lacking in proper technique, was far more experienced. It dodged, letting the blade pass by him even though Lia’s redirecting managed to leave a black cut on the lizard. Then… Lia noticed her little mistake. The glaive was never as important to the lizard as the sword was to a human. The first clawed hand came dreadfully fast. The glaive had been discarded as soon as Lia had passed its effective range. Now the lizard’s style had changed to that of a fast user of hand-to-hand techniques… which was way more dangerous. But… he wasn’t the only one capable of that.

Ophelia became vaguely aware that the greater enemy had teleported or something over to Net. Not good. Lia had to stop him, but she was facing this… thing. The lizard attacked her with a claw. The light elven armor allowed Lia to assume she could take a blow, but the pressure of being hit would possibly take her out by itself. Fortunately, the princess had a full range of movement. The claw was very fast, but Lia’s reflexes had been trained by the best. She shifted her weight, trying to dodge the claw to the side while trying to knock his clawed hand aside with her left arm. … Regardless if she succeeded or not, there came another claw. If she was still alright, Lia would attempt dodging in the other direction, but not use her sword-arm to block because it was readying itself for a strike. Should she get that far, Lia would realize her fast opponent would eventually overcome her defenses and therefor aim to stab him in an uppercut with her sword timed to match his attempt to bite. … Unless any of her attempts to dodge failed earlier, in which case she’d probably be knocked down to the floor at the moment.

Net screamed at her to get away. Get away? That was sincerely very difficult to do. Her opponent didn’t allow for much movement. Before she could actually do anything, Ophelia felt the cold chill of an ice-spell being summoned. She was doing some form of major ice-magic? Hopefully it would be enough to take down Net’s opponent. Suddenly Lia felt her sword-arm move without her consent, to deflect ice-shards flung all over. The next number of moments Lia would just stare wondering what just happened.

This spellcaster was annoying! Umri feels the frigid flow coursing up his body and once again immolates himself in thick flames that erupt from the pours of his onyx skin. In his own right the demon was fairly powerful though it was clear that Net was the stronger spellcaster when it failed to eradicate the ice that was creeping up his arm.

He had regretted now playing with her, in taking his fill of her essentially spread eagle on the arena floor. He is surprised though, casting his gaze up towards an impassive Skald. It was as if he were searching out assistance here but it was clear that this was his fight.

Barely bringing his gaze back to the cracked icy sculpture before him it explodes though he parries most of the shards with his icy arm. There was no feeling in that arm and so it takes the impact quiet well. His sword blocks most of the rest though … some shards hit him, grazes mostly save for one to his lower left ribcage that embedded a shard into him.

The lizard-like demon was not so lucky. He had his back to the proceedings, claws doing little save for shredding clothes and sliding along , minthril to no effect. It was sluggish and most of his attacks could be avoided by Ophelia.

Still the lizard was quick but the ice had made it a bit sluggish. Even though Ophelia was hard pressed in avoiding it. It was fortunately knck strong enough with those shots to knock her prone only catching her with grazes.

It fought on with vigor though, the glaive not as important to it as the sword had been to Ophilia. It had natural attacks though Ophelia had had least gauged the situation correctly for slashes were equivelent as hitting someone in cjain maol. She might damage a few links but piercing attacks were far better.

At one stage she tries for an upward slash, the thing narrowly avoiding her blade. It was clear that if Llunet hadn't slowed it down from the cold that it may have been impossible to deal with but as it were she just might have a chance here. It was good due mostly from natural quickness. But now at least it could, hopefully be bested.

With his back to things though he heard the explosion, turned his head slightly as he heard whipping ice rushing at him. He never got fully turned around presenting an opening for Ophelia. Initially she did not have to block any of the ice shards as the demon was in the way before either a well timed blow or ice shards in his back, maybe both dropped the demon to his hands and knees with a mortal wound though it was not yet dead but soon would be.

Umri brought his huge sword down, howling as he hacked off his own icy appendage before the ice had engulfed in further than it had. His eyes blazed with other hatred as the arm falls to the arena floor.

“I DON'T CARE WHAT HE SAYS. NO MORE GAMES!” And from that third eye he spits a bolt of fire at Llunet, hotter than the first with more accuracy behind it than his earlier feint as something unlocks within him. Something primal ...

Net had hoped the ice sculpture would have fooled the monster in believing she was dead while she was invisible, she thought she had the invisibility spell right to hide her from all vision abilities, but this demon was using something else that she wasn’t familiar with, she wished she paid more attention in demon anatomy and there abilities, but she had no idea that she would ever come across one like this. The demon had hacked off his own arm to prevent the crystallization of the rest of his body but what was still left including the shards that embedded in him continued to turn those area into ice that even hell fire could not melt.

Net didn’t think the explosion was that big but was surprised that it took out the opponent that was fighting Lia, she had hoped it would of taken out the more powerful demon in one shot. Net had given Lia an advantage, while her sword was deflecting the ice shard that made it passed the lizard creature the sword was purposefully enchanted with the ice crystallization abilities, anything the blade would cut, would start to crystallized the area and grow. Net didn’t have much time she could see another attack was coming her way even naked and invisible this thing could see her some how, her nipples was erect because of the cold and her body covered in goose bumps.

The demon cast a fire based magic spell at her and the only thing she could do was block it. A shield of ice erupted before her as she blocked it but the force of it was so strong, it broke the ice barrier and hit the body shield she had up. She flew across the arena and slammed into the wall, had she not created a cushioning barrier she would have been dead, instead she only had the wind knocked out of her. Her mind was quick to faint as being killed by the impact as she slid down the wall invisible and lied on the floor holding her breath hoping it would think she was dead.

Net watched with slit eyes, if the creature was still intent of attacking something it thought was dead, she planned to teleport out of the area to some place safer, she had a plan if that would happen and hoped it wouldn’t weaken her at doing that plan, but hoped it wouldn’t come to that, last thing she wanted to do was doing something so embarrassing as making a hundred naked duplicates of herself parading around the arena.

Ophelia never did attack the lizard again, she was too distracted with what had just happened to Llunet. The ice flew, and somehow Lia was defended by her own arm and by the lizard. Ice shards went through her opponent, immobilizing and making him fall. He would no longer be able to continue fighting. Noting this, Lia simply kept her attention forward, looking for Net. Where was Net? There was that enemy with the sword was there, but… there was no Net. She felt that the sword in her hands had been enchanted, there had been enough lessons in magic for Lia to be able to sense that. Net had been able to direct an enchantment-spell through the ice-shards while casting a spell to ensure Lia could defend herself all the while making her own body blaze burst in frozen ice…!? What kind of multi-tasking magic was that!? And she had… had she died? … Idiotic Net! How am I supposed to be happy with…!?

The demonic opponent suddenly threw a powerful flaming spell. To Ophelia, he seemed to throw it at nothing. Then, the fiery blast hit the nothing. Wait, what? No, a magical shield of ice had arose from nowhere, blocking the blast of fire. Except it wasn’t strong enough. The ice-shield was broken through and something… something was sent flying. Lia couldn’t see what it was, but with that ice and how the demon had cast the spell, there was no doubt. Net. She had hid herself with magic. All of that before, and an invisibility-spell at the same time…!? How dared she complain about the lack of use of her magic before!? But… the demon had seen it through. Now the invisible Net was lying somewhere over there, Lia unable to tell her condition due to not being able to see her. But there was only one thing to do.

Ophelia ran and placed herself in between the demon and the invisible Net. She turned towards the enemy, determined to defend her friend, enchanted blade right in hand. The martial princess glared at the enemy, knowing fully well that she wouldn’t be able to outmatch him if he was able to use magical powers on a scale anywhere near Net’s level. So, Lia had her own little plan. It was very likely to fail, but…

“If you are proud of your skill, face me like a swordsman!” … Hoping he would not use teleportation and magical fiery blasts at her. The success of this depended entirely on how proud the enemy was. It was definitely possible that trying to convince him to only use his sword and skill was entirely meaningless. Especially as he just lost his arm. But, she had to try. Regardless of if he fought with magic or not, it all depended on Lia now. Net was likely wounded by her barrier breaking and that flight. It was up to Lia to defend her. So, she kept her gaze locked at the enemy, blade raised.

Uri had been hurt, but he had been pissed too as blood sputtered out of his arm until he used his own flames to cauterize the wound. He had seen Net earlier just as he saw her now as she slumped down the arena wall. His fire magic fueled by his anger, though he could not capitalize on the opening.

As much as he would have liked to humiliate her as he took her right here in front of all these spectators playing with her had opened him up like this.

Still, he would subdue her first then the other and he would play with the pair for costing him an arm.

Areas around the embedded shards were beginning to crystallize so he had to pause, thrust his bloody sword into the ground and tare the shards out before they spread to the point of causing him harm though he looked now in Ophelia's direction.

Her clothes were torn in places revealing the armor beneath. He had heard the last lizard creature expiring and knew that he would have to conjure more though he had hoped that Llunet had to catch her breath for a moment so he could keep Ophelia at bay long enough to get all these shards out of him.

He sneered at Ophelia. Weaponless he would have to use that third eye of his to blast fire at her and keep her away long enough to get the shards out then summon some more help. There was a slight problem though …

For a split second after using that eye it was blinded for a small moment while similar to a shark that had a protective eye lid that covered there eyes prior to an attack, he had one to prevent the intense flame from permanently blinding him.

His other two eyes had seen in a different spectrum and would not be bothered though the problem came from the fact that the third eye allowed him to see invisible objects clearly so while using the flame he could not track Llunet but he had little choice.

He could kick at Ophelia but all that would really accomplish was getting his leg cut up.

Uri shifted his attention off of Llunet, his lips forming into a snear as he tore the last of those annoying icy shards from him and dropped them to the ground. Chunks of flesh and blood littered the arena floor near him and while Ophelia might not have been as knowledgeable about demons there was a nerve that she had unwittingly hit.

Demons were a prideful lot. No human was their better according to them, even if it were true. They simply would bide their time before striking.

Now Uri had not dealt with her and while his access to fire magic was fueled by his rage he was in no way Llunet's equal in power just as she was no equal of her brother or maybe even Skald if he was good enough to be his apprentice than he must have been amazing as far as what he could do, especially beneath Bryne's tutor-ledge.

“SHE IS NOT TO INTERFERE HUMAN!” And provided that Ophelia did not immediately close with him he summons up a green humanoid slime creature with a single eye then he says something to in the Abyssal tongue.

It slithers closer to Llunet, the Slime Demon piercing the girl of her invisibility given its special sight allowing Uri to focus on the other Princess as he wrenches his sword from the ground.

Ophelia has a few benefits going for her at least. Uri has lost his dominant arm and the shards of ice have wounded him. He is prideful it seems as he accepts her challenge rather than brushing it off though demons are far from honorable they are very prideful so it wasn't likely to cheat unless it was clear that he could not win.

Uri grinned, though rather than rushing in immediately he tests her foot work to see how she moves in respects to how he moved . He then strides forward making an overhead swing at her as he starts off simply.

Net saw what was coming as the demon summoned some other type of slime demon, just before it reached her Net teleported and when she returned there was a clone in her place and more around the arena in the same position as the one she was at not long before casting this new spell to protect herself from the demon own spells that was cast at her. Net wasn’t sure now if she should interfere with this battle, it sounded to her it was a battle of honor, but she wasn’t about to let this demon get the upper hand with it using its powers to subdue her friend Lia.

Net decide maybe a spell to accelerate her healing powers and endurance would best help her against this demon. She knew this demon had been using some type of third eye or least she suspected that it was using something like that, she quickly figured a way to counter that ability of its third eye, but she wouldn’t be able to do that for Lia or her clones that surrounded the arena, it was hard enough for her to keep her clones invisible, though she let the one clone that was capture become visible. Net wanted to end this battle quickly but since Lia challenge the demon, she wasn’t sure if it went against the code of combat of Lia country, and she didn’t want to insult her friend honor by interfering other then giving her an advantage to euqual things out between the two making it fair in Nets eyes.

Net had cast the spell she had quickly thought of, she made the effects invisible, though it might have been invisible she wasn’t taking any chances, she had all the clones she made cast the spell at Lia so the demon couldn’t figure which was the true Net. She cast the spell with a bonus, she would have the same armor protection on her skin like the armor she wore though it was spell protection and not real armor so Lia skin looked the same as before. “Good luck Lia.” Net said to herself, as she focused on what ever creature that demon would create and neutralize any spells that beast would cast against Lia. Nets first concern after protecting her friend was to get rid of that monster that was on one of her clones, she didn’t want it coming after the real Net again if it figured out that was a clone. Casting a spell at it, the demon on the clone started to crystallize like the demon arm had crystallized.

The armored princess stood there, somewhat frightened to duel with a demon of this amount of prowress even if he had been injured before, but she stood her ground. The demon was tearing out the shards, letting a lot of blood and other internal things drip from the wound and yet seemed unaffected to a degree where a human would be sprawled on the ground and fainted, bordering death. OK, if Ophelia was to face this fiend in a proud duel… then she had to wait until he was ready. Otherwise it would not be a fair match-up. … OK, with all those injuries it would not be a fair match-up anyway, but considering demon/human battle that might not be evening up enough. So Lia stood her ground, and…

“…!?” He summoned something else! A quick look revealed that the demon had summoned some form of green… gooey… thing which was slithering towards Net. Th-that… No. Lia had to stand her ground. She had challenged this beast. If she could win, Net would not be in danger. She just needed to win. So she raised the blade over her armored body, waiting to fight the enemy… and felt the effect of a spell cast by Net defending her skin. Ophelia tensed up a bit, hoping for lord and all gods of Taavar that the demon didn’t notice or didn’t consider it against the rules of the confrontation.

Utilizing her footwork, the martial princess did her best to keep up with the demon. If Lia was to defeat him, she should not let him down when he was testing her. She tried to keep a short but healthy distance from which she’d be able to counter any sudden fast punch or such, but could still mount a counter if she desired to. … And there came an overhead swing. Ophelia quickly sidestepped to the right, hoping to get out of the way while raising her sword. If she couldn’t get out of the way fast enough then she’d use the sword to block aside the blow trusting Taavar steel to maintain integrity. If she was able to dodge then her blade would instead aim to attempt piercing through the hand or arm holding the blade, stabbing forward to then pull back to defend her should the demon attempt slicing her from the side.

Net went invisible and while both demons could see invisible things she also teleported. She might not be able to cross the magical barrier about this city that protected it from the immense heat from the volcano and magical attacks by a force teleporting in or even trying to make a portal, not without specialized knowledge as to how to do it here and few had that knowledge. Three in fact. Skald, her brother and Umri.

Such knowledge could be deadly. Unri had it because he was controlled. Skald had it because he snooped around until he discover it.

But Umri was too focus on Ophelia to cast his gaze out at the invisible clones as he shifted towards Ophelia as the defensive spell washed over her body hardening her skin in time with the oni rushing forth.

Meanwhile, the other demon could perceive the invisible clones. It was smart enough to realize that something was amiss though as a summoned creature it was bound by the laws of magic compelling it to act as instructed by the summoner.

It did not care for as a summoned being even if it was killed it would just be dismissed back to the place it had been summoned from. In this case, the Abyss.

But as Llunet brought her magic to bare on it the demon had been impassive. It had not been effected by the crystallization for there had been something quite different in it's make up. Where Umri was solid this thing was malleable, more liquid than anything. It's cells were in constant flux and could not solidify for more than a few moments with the constant efforts of the creature but even with the attack against it the demon had not been free to do as it wished, only as instructed and so it watched what it had been ordered to, even if it were perceiving the illusionary clones, even if it had been aware that something was amiss it could only obey essentially mindless unless the summoner asked it for an opinion of course.

But the duel began. Either Umri had not recognized that a defensive spell had been cast or had expect such for who fought fair in a duel between two demons.?

Either way he was far more hurt than he had let on, that demonic constitution of his keeping him upright when a normal human would have been incapacitated already. His body had been bloody from the shards he had pulled out, his arm severed forcing Umri to use his off hand, this gave Ophelia a chance as the demon's attack wasn't as crisp as it normally would have been allowing the girl to dodge the over head swing, a breeze rushing over her as the blade passed.

The back of his hand had been speared and in reaction Ophelia drifted back before the seeping motion of that blade swept back.

Umri snorted in derisive pain, blood marred the back of his hand but he seemed to have a thick coat of natural armor so her blow at done little in injuring him further outside of irritating him and causing him to make the next move. He spun around with the momentum of that swing stomping at he end. She was not in range having backed away but the stomp was meant encase she tried to sneak back into range. The motion the quickest way to reset his weapon after the attack. Once reset though he chances forward trusting in his greater reach as he makes a one handed lunge forward intending to skewer the girl so he could get back to tormenting Llunet give what she had put him through.