At first it seemed as though she might succeed, grasping the spear firmly in one hand while moving in to tackle the goblin that'd be at her mercy soon enough. The sheer foolishness of that plan soon became apparant as frantic footsteps and a dull pain at the base of her neck later draw a pained shout from the girl.

Releasing the polearm as a mere reaction to the pain she has no time to react as a dull aching sensation burst forth in her gut, forcing Ryu to her knees. Both arms embraced her midriff while she knelt before them, the red head found herself in agony though they wouldn't let up just then, instead they were beating her with an endless barrage of blows from the spear under which she squealed, gasped and shrieked for what felt like an eternity.

The fighting spirit hadn't left her easily, each strike fuelling her rage at the goblins for beating her more in a vicious circle, at the same time it prevented her from rising up against the pair due to the pain tensing her muscles whilst not allowing her to fight back. Ryu cried out he hit her again, unable to do anything despite the raging fire that was her anger would've reduced him to dust if it wasn't for the spear. Slowly the hateful fury and punishment were draining her of every bit of resistance, the girl filling the room with shouts and groans of ever increasing torment as he focused on the same area again and again.

Eventually they broke her, their victim almost numb to the pain now as it spread throughout her back and she simply subjected herself to the beating as it were, her form more limp than full of vigor it had been mere minutes ago. She had given up on trying to protest and fighting back wasn't even remotely on her mind anymore which thankfully stopped them from hurting her any further though they stripped off the last bit of dignity she had up to that point.

Naked and abused she was put into the shackles, the two goblins departing shortly after she watches them with a bit of a relieved grin. With time she found solace in the fact that despite all this Ryu hadn't cried, she wouldn't grant them that pleasure.

Regaining some of her strength she remained there in the chamber, waiting, feeling somewhat cold with all layers of clothing gone and her nipples invitingly erect for anyone that happened to have a glance at her.

After some time the sound of something behind her roused her to full awareness, it was the door opening without a doubt though she couldn't get a good look at it the way she'd been restrained. She was frightened by footsteps as they draw closer, having fully expected it to be Murk she noticed that they sounded a lot lighter so the uncertainy simply added to the tension though when a hand finally touched upon her shoulder she'd been startled to no end. The panic jolted her in those restraints although she realized the voice was that of a man, of Nick as it turned out.

It was a conflicting relief, for one she'd expected him to show up and the warmth of his hand distracted from the climate, but then again she'd been set up like this for him in the first place. She wondered briefly how he knew her name and where she was from, if Typhoon possibly revealed that to him but then again the jailors most likely captured her in that general area so she didn't put too much thought into it.

"I honestly don't remember anyth-", her voice cuts off when she sees his hand reach around her. "H-hey, what do you think you're doing?!"

When Nicodemus laid his hand across her mellow breast flesh she could feel his warmth encase it, the firm nub at its center pressing into his palm as he squeezed it before Ryu tried to shake him off by attempting to twist out of his grasp though the boundaries wouldn't let her. Thankfully he released her impressive orb shortly after, the lewd gesture still managed to make her eyes narrow in anger as she growled in frustration in face of her utter defenselessness.

"Without my collar you wouldn't dare touch them ever again if your hand means anything to you.", she retorted, if that was wise she'd find out soon enough.

The goblins may have been crude but Nicodemus found that Flame was bound and make as instructed. There were bruise all over her sore and battered body and it was clear that she did not want his touch on her despite the warm glow that rad8ated from his gloved hands.

He had not grasped that orb long though, long enough to make his judgment of them but he studied the red head, his blue eyes swept down her naked form sweeping over the curve of her breasts. His eyes dipped from them down to her hairless crutch then back up to her red eyes. His blue one's observed her for a moment and he stepped forward.

“Flame? How predictable that you'd be the piss and vinegar one but Fire and Wind are the chaotic elements so it is to be predicted."

He steps behind her and dose something causing the collar to transform into a metallic device as it falls to the floor with a clank. He then rubs a hand against the curve over her breast, this time it's to incite her as his thumb and forefinger rolled her nipple between each other.

He glances up with her hands suspended above her head. “Oh, it does seem that you forgot one little thing my dearest Flame,” he traces a touch against her forearms that slowly sinks down her arms.

“I'll tell you what, Flame. Kiss me and I'll release a hand let me fondle and suck on these fun bags and I'll release both hands. Regardless I'll have to put that collar back on outside of our little get togethers.”

Ryu endured his lingering gaze with a subtle blush, blood rushing to her cheeks as Nick takes in the woman in her entirety though she made no attempt to conceal any of it. As long as he looked he didn't touch and aside from the fact that being put on display had been greatly humiliating she enjoyed the defying role she found herself in.

The next comment is merely absorbed as he steps behind her, deepening her desire to avenge his first daring move, but then the weight from around her neck was lifted and her eyes dart toward the floor seeing the disposed collar there. As predicted earlier it was imbued with an illusion that had been lifted revealing its true form. If only she could get her hands on it to study it further, Typhoon might've been more adequate for the job but at least then they'd have something to go on other than the illusion being dispelled somehow, somewhere at the back.

Gritting her teeth she barely suppressed a delighted gasp rolling past her lips when he touched her again, forcing her to hold back any further sign of pleasure with incredible constraint seeing how sensitive her breasts were. Rolling her nipple between his fingers she swallowed hard, an infuriated grimace mixed with the forced pleasure across her features as she struggles within her bonds.

However she looked at it, she couldn't tell if he was insane or riddled with genius when removing the collar and then dared to put her through this. Why even offer? Flame was restrained and nothing except perhaps a kick to the groin would stop him from manipulating her body in whichever way he pleased. The kiss seemed more logical in the sense that she'd most likely refrain from biting if he went too far to avoid the bloody mess that inevitably followed, but all in all it seemed suspicious.

He talked about it as if it wouldn't matter that her hands were free, that he'd simply put the collar back on once they were done here with the 'orientation'. Nicodemus had to know about her fire magic and what she threatened him with mere moments ago she figured that if he was willing to release her even just partially, there had to be something she was missing. Possibly he was just playing with her like some did with their food, perhaps her magic was worthless in some way and he was trying to fool her into deliberately making the first step for something as lowly as revenge.

From what she could tell this might be a win-win situation for him, so she decided not to take him up on the offer. "H-how about we do n-neither of those, you release my hands and I'll teach you .. a .. a lesson about touching women in- .. inappropriately?"

She turned her head a little trying to get a good look at him though she fights back the blatant pleasure he was providing. "When all I h-have is your word that you'll release me, I-I'd prefer to be in shackles, th-.. thank you very much."

Just in case he was trying to trick her she drew from the imparted knowledge of magic in her mind to conjure a simple flame in her shackled hands.

He moved back in front of her so she did not have to strain to see him. “But there's no fun in that, Flame.” He noted that she was searching for his angel here as she toys with conjuring up a column of flame to her entrapped hands.

Good. She had not trusted him completely she was checking things for herself seeing that she was capable of it. “But you'll only fail. I'm not a wizard of elementalist but you would not be the first spell caster I have faced either. My experience far outweighs your own.
“But let's make it interesting. I doubt that you will go for it, I haven't hurt you yet, just touched a little … I hardly think you'd be incensed enough to give it your all and at the back of your mind you are probably wondering why I do not just take these things but I find doing such rather crass. No, Flame. Unlike many jailors I will not have you writhing in those chains. I might touch on occasion but you have to admit that it is rather hard to keep my hands to myself.

“What I was thinking, Flame is that if you fail, which I have no doubt that you will, I shall get to taking you at a point of my choosing. Perhaps immediately. Perhaps a week from now. Regardless I will collect at some point this century. Of course you're free to take on any of the other terms or just remain as you are. The choice is yours to make, Flame.”

"No fun in it for you, perhaps .. I'd have plenty." The heat radiating off the conjuration of fire filled Ryu with a sense of confidence, reveling in the freedom of exercising her beloved element once more as warmth spread through her limbs little by little. Of course her attention had settled on him after a moment, letting the flames die down since she had her proof. She refused to accept any of the offers he made regardless though his latest one she considered briefly.

While she thought that getting rid of the restraints was preferable if not the problem at hand, she wouldn't have consented to any lewd acts prior to being possibly allowed freedom as long as there was no guarantee for it. In this case she'd be given the opportunity for some decent payback for his actions, whether he hurt her up to that point or not he'd touched her which she couldn't allow and the offer essentially granted her everything she wanted safe for a new set of clothing.

At first she was hesitant, however, taking her whenever he pleased with the odd notion of the word century she had to consider the possibilities. Another cunning tactic of his? Perhaps he was old, far older than he looked with enough experience to easily exceed her own or he'd been a different kind of man than she suspected altogether. Wearing the disguise of a man he could easily be some other unearthly creature waiting to spring its trap at her naivety. Or maybe he'd just made a mistake in his speech and confused words although that was probably the least likely.

"In that case I'll take my chances with you." Rash as the decision may be, she found it to be the most logical choice either way and even if she lost chances were he wouldn't ask to make use of their agreement until she'd already escaped. Unfortunately she'd been a woman of her word, no matter how dark and grim times were she'd never dare cross someone she'd made a deal with for that went against her very nature.

She was relieved that for now the teasing had stopped and she got to act rather than sit around and wait, something she'd wanted to do ever since she arrived in that cell though now it wasn't simply to get out, not entirely.

His arrogance, his actions toward her and his confidence in her lack of abilities, it all served to taint her pride and she was going to prove him wrong. "You've got yourself a deal. Now would you kindly undo these shackles or would you have me fight naked and restrained?"

Nick got a good chuckle out of her confidence level though he could see her considering matters behind her eyes. Wondering just what he meant, who he was, whether this was all a bluff or actual meant something.

He took a moment to admire the view almost to the point of forgetting her question. Almost. It is as if he's committing every curve to memory so that he could consider how he would have her whenever he chose to. “The other wasn't much fun though I got the impression he was hoping for a bit more.

“I think I'm going to start on those gorgeous mounds. I want to bury my face in them/ Squeeze them. Taste them. You'll lavish in the treatment Flame. I suppose lesson or not you win.” Again a brief chuckle. He walked forward and kept his eyes on her so she could not get any cheap shots in.

“As humors as it would be in fighting you as such I hardly think that would earn your respect Flame. Your ire no doubt. Not being given a fair chance.” He touched one shackle and it popped open. Then he did the same. Her attire on the floor was something he look toward. “It will be such a distraction for the two of us I think, melons flopping all over the place and me unable to take my eyes off them no doubt.

“I will have the goblins fetch you new attire just tell me what it is you desire. I think, yes, I'm pretty certain you wouldn't mind if that ass gets some attention to. From my vantage point it looks sweet. Have you ever been taken there before my dear?”

"Typhoon? Oh, he told me you were quite the charm." Barring the taunting chuckles and lewd glances she wasn't entirely interested in discussing her cellmate, thinking too much into the aspect of not liking women she drifted away from that stream of thoughts as his words sank in.

Contemplating what to do with his lovely captive out loud her hands clench into fists though she made no attempt to lash out at him as he approached. To some it might seem inane, but she rarely felt encouraged to act outside of set borders of an agreement as though she followed some sort of unwritten honor code and despite how much he provoked her she hadn't attacked yet.

It was merely a matter of returning what little courtesy he offered the red head by touching but not hurting her, that didn't mean she had to like his attitude as she huffed at his vivid description of just what he had planned for her ample breasts. "Spare me the details, Nick."

While working on her restraints she grins, taunting him for a change. "Of course I'm open to more civil suggestions for this childish banter of ours if you desire a fair chance though I could mop the floor with you using a little fire all the same if that's what you prefer."

Although it was a but a taunt she figured it wouldn't hurt to suggest something of the sort, in case his skills in combat were vastly superior he might think of subdueing her as tedious enough to consider alternatives.

Eventually freeing her she covered her exposed crotch with one hand while the other went for her chest, a sudden heat building there as a flame cascades down that arm though she managed to suppress the urge to hurt him at his next comment and allowed the fire to subside. Instead she wrapped the limb about her bosom, only making the mellow mounds appear larger as her arm pressed into the soft flesh in an effort to hide her grudgingly erect teats. "Someday, someone is going to wipe that smugness off your face and while that might not be me, I'll look forward to that day."

Her cheeks had assumed a deep red as if her blush couldn't deepen any, her form shifting ever so slightly to bring her backside out of his field of view when he spoke of it. Quite frankly she refused to answer any of his crude inquieries and settled on demanding clothes instead. "Now could you shut up about what I look like and arrange for some underwear? Nothing kinky, you hear?"

Considering for a moment she thought he might dress her up in some rather revealing garments like her gown had been so she put emphasis on that. "A pair of pants and a shirt would be great, perhaps a coat to finish it off with a bit of padding inside, I'd even take a leather jacket if that's all you have just to keep me warm."

Ryu then stepped back farther out his reach thinking he might take the next sentiment literally and laid his hands on her once more. "Preferably in my size."

“He would say that.” Nick chuckled a little then shock his head. He regarded her for a long moment as he considered that thought. “Though you do not feel the same way I see.”

But a grin slid over his lips at her words. “A woman that loves surprises. Very well,” his grin turned to a smile as he contemplated her every curve silently now. He had yet to hurt her or really get started with their orientation but this little distraction had interested him a great deal.

“Feisty, Flame, but you will find that it is going to take all your effort. Though I do enjoy a tidy house. Perhaps I'll have you do some naked house cleaning for me at some point,” he chuckled a bit at that. “But all jokes aside I will beat you quiet soundly at that but I'll try my best not to hurt you more than necessary. You of course I don't expect you to hold back.
“But if you have other ideas I'm open to suggestions provided that they are interesting.”

For once his good nature seemed to vanish from his features as if he were reflecting on something. “That ship has already sailed a long time ago. Once you've tasted heaven everything else is hell ...” He reflected on her words for a moment. “I do not believe that you will be alive for such a humbling experience I'm afraid.”

But his good nature seemed to return after a moment.

After a fine view of her backside though and while she had not commented on it he was beginning to think that she was getting annoyed, well more so than presently. Her next concern turned to her clothing of course and he left the chamber briefly to speak with the goblin guards there rather than calling them into the chamber for whatever reason. He returns after a second.

He watches her for a moment though this time his gaze lingers on her features. When there is a knock at the door he steps back out into the hall and returns a moment later with clothes to her specifications. The shirt is a little tight seeing that they don't deal with chesty women of her caliber. He waits until she has dressed judging the snugness of the attire.

“How's that? A bit warmer?”

Nick had been taking jabs at her as usual and although she couldn't tell if they were just to tease or further incite her she pictured the scene within her mind and saw the potential this idea held in between lovers, in his case however all she could do was despise it. "I'll clean house at some point, I assure you, though it won't be in a way you might want."

She trusted her skills she remembered among other things and while there was a chance they'd be insufficient in defeating him, just one successful attack would be far more fulfilling than other challenges for the mind and body she could come up with. "Nothing would quite match up to the idea of beating you in a duel I'm afraid, so no. No suggestions for now."

Seemingly talking to himself more than the nude woman before him she couldn't make much sense of his recollection of thoughts thus far and decided not to comment on it, perhaps he hadn't meant to say it out loud anyway and while something about it let her think she may be in way over her head, nothing would keep Ryu from entertaining the idea of opposing him. Whatever he was, whatever his story she'd not back down.

Oddly enough she picked up on how Nicodemus arranged for her requested clothing since that sort of behaviour struck her as peculiar, part of her wishing it was to offer some comfort to the nude red head although by now she figured that hadn't been more than wishful thinking. There may be another reason for why he took it upon himself to head for the guards outside rather than calling them in, but for the first time during her stay she couldn't think of much of a reasonable explanation.

By the time he returned they were facing each other in silence, Ryu nervously shifting her weight from one side to the other halfway through, locking eyes with his as it appeared he wasn't trying to mentally peel her covering embrace off her form and visualize her fully unclothed beauty once again. No, he'd been merely looking at her and while the silent observation put her at a slight unease she didn't bow to him.

There was a knock at the door followed by him leaving the chamber only to return with a stack of clothing shortly after. Ryu felt somewhat relieved and grinned as she sorted the various pieces in their respective order, starting with the panties she bends over giving him a nice view of her abundant cleavage. "You might as well enjoy this while it lasts, it's the last time you'll get to see me naked."

Piece by piece the red head got dressed, a pair of dark pants sliding over her legs and panties already making her feel more comfortable as the fabric brushed against her skin. The destroyed gown did little to cover her legs as much as her upper body even in perfect condition so she had been somewhat grateful that it had been replaced.

Fitting the bra about her heavy mounds having little difficulty putting it on she looked up at him, checking periodically whether he gave up looking at her though much to her annoyance that hadn't been the case. The shirt of course wasn't quite up to her standards which she suspected earlier thus stating the request for a coat.

The final garment, a coat dark brown in color easily reaching down her thighs, had been rather snug around the width of her hips when she buttoned it there though the warmth it spent made all the difference. In spite of the situation it was a wonderful feeling, a knowing grin crossing her features when she replied. The coat made for a neat contrast and hid some of the voluptuous curves about her chest area, but she could still feel the fabric tightly hugging her breasts much like a diving suit would. "The shirt's a little tight .."

Somehow she expected another tease at that though she continued before letting that happen. "Other than that it's exactly what I asked for, you have my thanks .. for the garments and for the garments only."

"Now, I believe we have something to settle here, so if that's all there's to discuss I'd like to begin."

That confidence level intrigued him as she gave those jabs right back. He could see a bit of uncertainty in those red eyes as she attempted to analyze what was going on. Flame could not make out his intentions it seemed though he was undaunted by this.

She was still confident that she was going to win or maybe it was for show. Perhaps deep down she wanted to loose for would loosing be so bad? Perhaps she only wanted to get one good blow in, perhaps not, he was still calculating that option and what was going through her mind.

“If you think you can win. Maybe you'll surprise me to the point where I actually have to try though I highly doubt that. But unfortunately you won't beat me so that is one desire that will have to go unfulfilled.”

He watched as she dressed taking in his fill though it was not because he doubted that he would see her naked again though it might be a little while before he was blessed with the site again. Well, not really he supposed. Though it might be enticing to deny himself for some time there.

“It was the only shirt available in short order. When another becomes available you will get a new one. To replace it. You are welcome, though you can begin at any time, I assure you I am ready.”

He approached a few steps, his eyes not being distracted with her hands at all but locked upon her own eyes as he came forth, a smile pulling his lips back as he stops some distance away from her. His white suit standing out as he moved into position, unarmed as he was he would allow her to make the first move though he was pretty certain he was aware of what it would be.

Originally she hadn't planned to muster up responses like that, but before she came to this world she knew quite well that she used to do so regularly and the more that followed the more she enjoyed them.

She was wary of her own confidence though as her nature would have it she wasn't entirely in tune with all that was happening around her, a smirk playing across her lips at the notion of the shirt in her size not being available. "Perhaps they should've thrown away some of the white suits to make room for something more classy."

Assuming a proper fighting stance she tensed her muscles on the spot before allowing them to relax, drawing deep breaths in anticipation of what was to come. "You might as well take yours off and hand it over, it's about to get hot."

He was unarmed and apparantly wanted her to make a move to which she happily obliged, albeit taken aback by this privilege. Not having shaken her confidence any further she kept her ruby red eyes locked with his, thoughts centered on how to begin.

Facing Nick with the left shoulder she turned up the heat as the air around her increased in temperature, the sorceress twisting her body ever so slightly raising an arm and extending it outward. The motions came naturally to her, moving with grace as she spun to the left in a near full circle drawing herself closer to her opponent with a sole step of her bare foot, a crescent of fire shooting toward him in a wide arc though the momentum she carried forced her to a halt shortly after. Along the arc went, extending halfway there in an effort to prevent him from at least ducking underneath.

That of course hadn't been all she offered, in the fraction of a second her knees bent slightly as she flung that hand back toward her center drawing it upward as she dragged the foot from behind her forth in his direction and stomping the ground with an energetic shout, a show of raging fire unfolding before them as another arc of flame erupts from her palm though vertically this time around. In combination with the first it had been a cross of raw heat that centered on him, the summoned blaze never fading as they swept through the chamber in rapid succession.

Ryu expected him to maneuver out of the way, but she had already been preparing another blast for that very moment. Depending on the distance between the two she planned on discharging a ray with her magic, focused flames guided with precision she could use across the entirety of the room although if he were to approach and be too close for comfort there was the possibility of abruptly unleashing the same power before her as a makeshift barrier lasting only a second which could potentially cause a backlash harming herself and him in the resulting eruption of pent up forces, but she deemed it an acceptable risk at the time.

“Ouch. Not a fan of the white suit. Actually they have none to my knowledge, merely a collection of things from prisoners that no loner need them.”

Nicodemus grinned at her then as he watched her fall into her fighting stance. He watched as she relaxed somewhat

He looks at the suit and smirks at her. He shakes his head casually. “I don't so much as mind and if you ruin it, well it gives me an excuse to get a new one. I doubt that you will be able to do that though but we're about to find out.”

Then the flames came. Two actually though he did not move, not yet anyway as he ran through his options in his head.

He had three options here, though the third was the least desirable in that he would be hit by the flames. One method would alarm her more than the other though and he settled on it in those passing few seconds.

He simply waited until it looked as if the flames were going to engulf him and he was gone as if he had never been there at all.

An audible pop as air was displace and a sharp slap to her ass told her that he was now behind her. Teleportation? But that was one of the advanced techniques that a sorcerer could use and even then it usually took elaborate gestures and nothing so mundane as this.

Nick was behind her now but he had not struck or taken advantage of the situation other than that playful little spanking. “Check.”

Then all of a sudden Nick was gone and her plan trembled, then falling apart into tiny pieces as she stared in disbelief. For a moment she hadn't even checked anywhere else in the chamber, caught up in confusion as to how he'd managed to elude her attack.

The noise coming from behind drew her attention elsewhere, but before she could even fully register what had just occured the sound of his palm spanking her firm yet perfectly round ass echoed throughout the room, eliciting a shout of mixed pain and pleasure from the red head as her back arched and her head shot to the ceiling, the built up magic discharged where her hands were pointing at the time, streams of fire briefly lit up the space around her though they had been aimlessly released and therefore didn't hit anything. Her sizeable bust jiggled somewhat as she recoiled from the direction he'd spanked her from though it only took her a moment to regain some composure.

While she hadn't planned on releasing such a humiliating cry she hoped he hadn't noticed, the uncomfortably pleasant sensation spreading through her backside as the skin felt sore where his hand had connected, stinging ever so slightly as she spun around to face him. She made a mental note not to let it happen twice.

"Pervert.", she replied coldly. The growing turmoil made its way to her very core as she wanted to get to him, to achieve some sort of victory however short it may be at any price.

Something was horribly off and she couldn't put her finger on it. Somehow he'd managed to easily avoid an otherwise certain injury or death without moving a muscle, it even took advanced sorcerers quite the effort to perform teleportation though perhaps she wasn't looking at it the way she was supposed to. Perhaps it wasn't even teleportation, for all she knew it could've been anything. Before her was no ordinary man, that much she could tell but so far the answer as to what he truly was had eluded the woman.

Despite being humiliated and made fun of, however, she had to admit just how good it felt, how right and fun it was. It was a struggle for dominance and in a place such as this she enjoyed the freedom due to the absence of the collar, living out her respective element with vigor and confidence against a seemingly superior opponent.

Ryu then went through a series of motions, drawing a hand upward diagonally as she allowed the momentum to carry her forward, fire fanning out as more of a wall than the arcs from before. Followed by that was another, sending a barrage of flames in his direction although she had been prepared for retaliation this time around.

Her luscious body twirled in a pirouette as she conjured a ring of fire around her form, the lower part of her coat flowing in the air from the mere pace she assumed, discharging the element shortly after in an attempt to cover any possible angle he could move to. The circle expanded outward growing in size before the first waves reached Nick, designed to catch him off guard when he tried to dodge her once more and reappeared in its wake.

While that ensured he couldn't materialize close to her immediately after eluding the flames, there was no telling what he'd do then. Slowly coming to a halt she waited, anticipating another attack as a soft, red glow sparked up about her arms, the girl preparing another deadly conjuration although by now he must've had another ace up his sleeve.

“Oh, you liked it,” Nicodemus smirked at her though she had bristled as expected trying to hide her reactions but he had seen it all too often in the past. He was a good read of people, knowing when he could push and when he needed to pull back.

It wasn't his aim to be hated, perhaps annoying in a way but never so annoying to be hated, at least he had always thought he pulled back short of inspiring hate for there wee things that he had to do that weren't always liked.

He also knew that she would be weary of him teleporting again. He just wanted to show her that she was way over her head her. He had said he wasn't an arcane spell caster either, though if true perhaps he had a magic item that allowed him to travel instantaneously. That could explain him as being a mere human and why it appeared that teleporting was so easy for him. There were other matters to consider here, other ways in him doing something.

Nick had considered evading the wall of flame coming at him. No doubt she had been a Mistress of Flames, that was why she was selected after all for her affinity to the elements but she fired of a stream of flame at him as well that would make evading the one next to impossible. He could teleport again though she rug herself in flames to ensure that he would not get to close.

Instead this time rather then getting the suit all sweaty with exerting himself he made a casual gesture causing a blue wall of shimmering water to form up in front of him to counter those flames though the water collapsed soon after spreading through out the chamber to a depth of a few inches.

But she was not the only one that was quick on the draw. It was an easy matter for him to shape the water away from his feet as the rest of it solidified into ice. He expected her to counter it of course it would be easy enough for her to and that was when his true attack would be launched. Right now he was having fun playing with her and just seeing what she did in response to a situation.

Whether the cause of his abilities had been an artifact of sorts she couldn't tell, if it did then she'd have no choice other than leaving the defensive state she'd gotten herself trapped in and instead take the offensive to him though she wasn't aware of the physical strain the mere act of teleportation put on Nicodemus.

Much to her surprise it was water that stopped the fire, the heat dying quickly in the liquid embrace of the wall that built before her she once again found herself annoyed at the skills of her competition. The water rose barely above her ankles as it successfully absorbed her attack and it was then she had to reconsider her strategy.

Turning the water into ice in the blink of an eye she'd essentially become stuck, eyes and hands darting to her feet it nearly managed to topple her. Finding herself opposing water was strange, she couldn't recall ever dueling with a water elementalist and while she could easily get rid of it all, water could easily get rid of her flames in return.

Adjusting quickly her palms pointed at the ground and the ring of fire descended toward her feet, burying itself into the ice it sizzled briefly before ending its existence as it flared up one last time with her hands clenching into fists, turning the ice into water and then steam as she managed to free herself. The circle of course was gone though she hadn't stopped accumulating the fierce element even then, tiny droplets of sweat shaping up on her skin most of which were absorbed by both shirt and pants.

Getting rid of the water overall seemed like a waste of time although she would very well be able to do so, but what she prepared for him would ensure that at least the amount that had been in the chamber at the time would disperse in an instant. While it had been somewhat difficult on her part, gathering up this amount of energy and releasing it in the form of a ruthless storm that emcompassed the entirety of the room except for a small safe haven around the caster required a minimum of gestures. It wasn't entirely designed to be deadly for she knew how to control the intensity and while she wasn't quite there yet and needed more time, she had to ensure he wouldn't break her focus.

While the girl was adept at fire magic she was an athlete in a sense and wasn't likely going to give up due to exhaustion. She figured that might help considering her lack of control over ice and water, he could give her a really hard time if he hadn't used them purely in defense as he had done thus far.

Ryu shot a glance at him then, swiftly stepping on the ice as she tried to approach him for his collective powers put her at an unease. Teleportation and water combined made her flames nearly useless if she couldn't manage to close some of the gap between herself and him, any spell or conjuration safe for the storm would most certainly be nullified at range so she was hoping that the closeness gave her some sort of edge.