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She had him distracted now. He would be too busy watching the steadily growing icicles to watch her much. She sent more energy into the steadily falling icicles to keep them going for a while without her concentrating on them while she planned something else. She called the waters into several forms of her and sent them in several different directions to confuse Ubo as to which way she really was going, if he got the chance to notice her. Each of them seemed to have the same magical aura that she exhibited and each shot off at different speeds. She wasn't the one going the fastest either. They each and every one of them would try to find a way up and out of the blue barrier that stopped them, but the copies would turn back into water after a few minutes after getting out. They would also burn out and turn back into water once they burned off all the magic she had put into them.

Ubo cursed as he was forced to draft again. He reshaped the platform he was running on. He created groove's into it. Then he created a Rooftop over his head with four legs that each lead to a wheel that was attacked to the inside of the grooves. Lastly he through a glob of Orange luxin to allow the wheels to slide easily. Orange luxin being the slickest and of the consistency of oil. Now he had protection that he simply had to push to make it glide easily along the path. When he turned back he saw a few shapes dart in random directions. Each had a magical aura and the same shape. Ubo knew which was the real one. The difference? Ubo could see heat, thats how he drafted sub-red. One of them showed a bit of heat being leeched into the icy waters, the others leeched heat or had no change on the waters. Ubo Followed the real one. The girl must be exerting herself to keep the ice falling on his head, from her spot she would not see his contraption and hopefully she would simply give up. Roll over. And Ubo would be victorious.

His migraine was getting to be ridiculous. The pain behind his eyes was making him want to cry out, he could go on, but not for long. If she were to emerge he would be forced to change to another magic. The Vir would be his best bet- but he hated using the Vir.

She couldn't see the contraption that Ubo had made, and neither was she sure where he was. She could only hope that he had fallen for her other clones. There was a great distance of the material that prevented her from getting out of the water. She had the ability to work some more magic to get out. There was no way that the material was indestructible. She shot up in the water and touched a point on the bottom surface of the ice. She released some magic into the ice. She caused the ice to push on the luxin, starting at a needle point that had a continuous amount of strength, pressing against the luxin, which continued to rise against the luxin. The luxin would warp under the duress of the rising ice. As it rose, it increased in size, increasing the strength of the base. As it continued, it rose faster. It would raise the luxin with it until it broke or it dissipated. As soon as there was enough room, Assira rose through the ice into open air. Her body temperature started to return to normal and all the water stayed in the sea, leaving her completely dry as she came out.

Assira

VS.
Azmaria

Water, water, everywhere. The bottom of a cool and placid lake. The lake was enormous in and of itself on the surface, but beneath that, it went deep, deep down. On the bottom lays a huge, abandoned city. Or it would look abandoned upon first glance. Closer examination shows that instead of abandoning the city, the people had died out, probably by the water coming down on them at the time. They appeared to have died instantly, as their skeletons could be envisioned to be doing things. Like underwater basket weaving. The city was huge and intricate. It had been a beautiful city when it was still alive. Now the beauty still remained in the city, but it was a kind of morbid beauty, the skeletons throwing the architecture of the city into a second notice. The stones that the buildings were made of were covered in algae or different colors. Under water grass swarmed over the streets, the cobbles of the street having degraded into pebbles.
Assira stood in the middle of the main street, feet placed shoulder width apart. She was mostly covered, her arms and legs covered in a thin, silky, blue material. Her hands and face remained uncovered. She wore thin leather that was colored blue to match her outfit. She held a staff at the ready, the bottom lightly placed into the gravel while the top leaned towards her opponent. It was made of silver, and straight as a line and topped by an aqua marine sapphire that glowed with the power it contained within it. She prepared for the battle ahead of her.

Ubo stood watching her work at the Luxin cover. Letting her sit under there would take too long so he decided not to strengthen the luxin. Instead he sprayed a circle of red luxin around where a hole would appear and created a fire-crystal about 20 feet above the covering of red luxin. The fire would go off about a few seconds after the hole was created.

Ubo delved into his mind and shifted his magical affinity over. The strain on his mind was little at this time, in truth it was less painful then the light-sickness. As soon as he shifted over his eyes changed back to the regular blue, in return his skin sprouted black vine tattoos. Ubo smiled reveling in the power. He lifted his hand and prepared for the women to get out, when she did he would blast her with a wave of pure force. It was easier to use the 'talent' to send out fists of pure energy.

She wasn't so limited in her magic anymore. She had been having to focus her magic through will alone to complete her magics under the water, but now that she was free of the icy depths, she could focus her magics with words again. Under the water, the fearsome cold had started to sap her will. Now that she was starting to warm up, she had her will back and her words. She spoke them now, thrusting her staff up, causing the pillar to shoot up rapidly, the now weakening top finally shattering and exploding into hell, rapidly climbing down the pillar again. Assira moved quickly, speaking the same word and raising another pillar right in front of her of thick, dense ice. She turned her staff over and spoke another word, letting her staff drop down, shooting the melting pillar into the waters below, dragging the flames with it. She spoke another word, reinforcing the pillar to her front so that it wouldn't collapse, and started speaking an incantation quickly, swirling her staff to her front in small concentric circles. She vaguely noticed that her eye sight had returned, but that wasn't important as she focused on what she wanted done. Water rose from the ice, focusing to a point and, as it reached to the center of the circle her staff was making, shooting out at a steady stream the width of a needle, going nearly as fast as a high caliber bullet, swerving around the pillar and out of the hole in the blue Luxin and swerving towards the only source of warm water on the entire icy planes.

Jaghund expected the grip when the bloodsucker had dodged. He also prepared for the throw. He hit the wall with a full force, knocking a hole in it. With his whole body. He had thrown himself forward upon the swing, forcing himself through the thick and heavy material. He took little damage, this not being the first time he had been through this particular wall. He believed it to be his third time. He would have thought that they might make it thinner by now in expectation of him. It seemed that they had done the opposite of that. He wasted no time after getting thrown through the wall. He used his claws to pull him fully through before the leech could do anything and swung himself around, launching himself through the wall again, stiff legged, right at where the vampire's center of mass had been at the point of his throw. He shifted that strike farther forward, as he took into consideration that the pathetic excuse for a sentient being had probably attempted another strike and had stepped forward to do so. He dragged his arms fully extended through the walls as well, hoping to catch the cockroach with an arm as stiff as an I-beam as he went through. Whatever happened, he would find himself landed several feet away from the downed insect, landing well on a knee and palm, facing where the vampire was. Leaving no time for the bug to counterattack, he grabbed the car he landed by and swung it at the slimy little piece of shyza. It happened to not be a car. It happened to be a semi. It happened to be a semi that was pulling something. It happened to be pulling a tanker. The tanker happened to be mostly full. It happened to tip over as it swung around, landing on the ground, ensuring no way of dodging underneath it.