A burst of wind made Dragoth whip his head around. There, he clearly saw his opponent, forming a magic attack. Now he was furious, He kept Akilroth in his sheath and said, "So you have chosen to try to throw me off gaurd, but really I was going to do the same exact thing. Come, and feel pain beyond your wildest dreams!" He held his right hand high and a very violent ball of fire seemed to errupt from it. Tounges of flames burst from it all around, merely brushing off of Dragoth. He smiled as his eyes showed the crimson color of his evil self.

He waved his fingers around a little, and the ball began to spin. He sent it forward, but not as a sphere attack. He tighened the muscles on his fingers and with that one quick movement he made the fire explode forward, but not back. He also used both hands, their movements minimalistic but effective, as he made the fire's path bend twords the enemy. As he finally let go of the control, he drew Akilroth and rushed forward, until he was just behind the fire attack.

One slash to the left shoulder, and one to the right side, he swung Akilroth with a speed that was only milliseconds slower than a blink of an eye. He knew he was using up too much energy to begin his battle, but he also knew that a display of strength could freighten her and make her more vulnerable to his ferocious attacks. He finally ended by pivoting his body until he was behind her, jumped back a small ways, and waited for a reaction. In his right hand was Akilroth, in his left was a small flame the side of a candle, which would be used for his next strike...