By the Flagpole at 3 (Azalyn)

[NightSister]

As the flames disintegrated, Azalyn allowed herself a moment of rest before letting her eyes search for whatever the serpents had been replaced with. Sure enough, as Solan started to push upwards with the Force the vines behind him unfurled and began to creep towards her. Her lips curled into a smile; that was clever, very clever, but unless whatever magic the Master used had imbued the vines with some sort of superstrength, they would be a temporary reprieve. Still, she'd never heard of flame-serpents before and so wouldn't put spontaneous plant-strengthening past him. This would require a moment of thinking.

Thankfully, a moment was just that; a moment. Ignoring the plants altogether, she flicked one katana in a boomerang throw towards the man controlling them. Force magic needed undivided attention to withstand, as scant as her knowledge of the Force was Azalyn was well aware of that. Her remaining sword slashed through the air, Azalyn to busy to check if she was actually cutting the vines as she darted from left to right, forwards to backwards, in a never-ending dance that kept the vines from being able to focus on her.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Azalyn Falconer"]

Her moving around continuously certainly did make it difficult for the vines to shoot out and grab at her. Granted it was like creating a web very slowly when it came to effectively using the vines, but she was obviously more focused on Solan than she was the vines themselves. Infact the first blade was more than enough to through Solan a small surprise as he didn't expect her to toss away one of the blades, not so soon atleast. The fact though that he had a flying blade coming at his head though was more than enough to worry him, and little did he know that this one had a bit more touch with the Force than he had originally believed.

This would cause him to have to act in split seconds rather than with enough time to actually put up a solid defense. His arms were the first muscles to move as his entire body tried to bring itself lower. His hands chose to flip the daggers in a reverse holding position, aiming to use the blades along with his forearms as a tonfa like shield, albeit a very taxing one as his arms would take the brunt of the force behind the throw, but it would save him his body parts.

What concerned him more though was this woman was no where near the weakling that others he had fought were. Infact it excited him and only after checking to make sure that blade would not make a return trip for his head did he charge in. He was going to enjoy crossing blades with her, all the while those vines moved into their positions and waited for their moment to strike. He would win, maybe... at this point in all honesty, he was actually unsure who would come out the victor.

 

[NightSister]

Her other sword came hurtling back to her and Azalyn caught it deftly. As Solan advanced holding two daggers in reverse grip Azalyn kept spinning her blades through the air to cut away the vines just in case they were still hounding her. He was clearly capable, Azalyn had had no doubt of that to begin with, but so far she had largely fought against his Force powers - and as fun as that was, sparring melee was always both more enjoyable and more insightful. Once he was close enough for a proper close-range duel, Azalyn crossed her swords across her upper body as a shield and at the same time she jumped upwards, kicking out towards his chest, and landing neatly in a crouched position. Uncrossing her swords, Azalyn slashed with each sword at his ankles again.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Azalyn Falconer"]

His own arms crossed the moment her feet came up, taking the brunt of a hit and watching her sail through the air as he himself had to pause. She was no novice, he had to remind himself of that and he was no master at that. The best he could hope for was they were on equal standing and while that excited him, it made him wonder which one would have the opportunity to end this first. That was not something he needed to worry about though, focusing on her winning would only give him a greater problem in dealing with her and ending this little contest of theres.

So his feet moved before his mind finished, his body acting on its own and on instinct as a sapphire blue blur moved out of his clothing, darting over the ground and moving around to Azalyn's right. If she spent the time to focus on it, what she would see is the tiny form of a dark blue furred wolf that was running with a vibrodagger in its mouth, moving almost in unison with Solan as he started to make for Azalyn's left. He was trying to get her to focus on one of them at a time and hopefully on himself. As much faith as he had in Kira to not get herself killed, she was still a Ashlan wolf and at that not a very large one for her species anyways. Her size was her benefit as well as her weakness and he needed her as a background thought rather than in Azalyn's focus most of the time.

 

[NightSister]

Never blink. That was something else Azalyn had learned along the way. The split second it takes for your eyes to shut and reopen could be the split second it takes your opponent to finish you off. Sometimes for good - her opponents had also been taught that, the hard way.

Thankfully, Azalyn didn't blink and that split second was enough for her to spot a blue blur advancing towards her right. She took a moment to glance to Solan and saw that he was of course going for her left. Quickly calculating which would be the hardest to focus on if the other was at her heels, she cut at the blue thing - a wolf, she had now realised - a few times and then turned to face Solan. One sword kept slashing at the wolf, but without her usual pinpoint precision, because she had the other trained on Solan as she waited for him to make a move.

[member="Solan Charr"]