Miro looked out across the field. It looked great. Two amazing fighters stood tall, tearing apart the battlefield. One was winged, a strong looking beast. The other looked pretty average, just like any other human performer. He looked out and saw just what he hoped for. The man was a mage, and he whipped around the sand. Miro covered his eyes with his arm as the sand kicked up. Shale's words sent a shiver across Miro's body. A wave of anticipation ran through him. "I'll show you who is the best."
Miro watched as Shale introduced them to the crowd. Being second to fight the team was not what he would have hoped for, but he had little choice. The mage had done an impressive spell. Either way, this was going to be fun. Miro walked out triumphantly and waved vigorously. Next his partner, Kinneas. Kinneas of the Iron Fist. Miro grinned broadly. That was a good one. Miro hadn't a special title, it made him feel a bit jealous. The creature looked quite fierce in close combat, but then again, so was Kinneas. The mage could really do some harm to him, it was obvious who would fight who.
Miro ran out towards the mage, heading far left. Kinneas would have to keep up unless he wanted this to become a two on one fight. Miro began to pull res from both of his palms and quickly began to shape it into a collection of res balls. He formed eight perfectly round balls and froze the outer part leaving enough res to manipulate it. He hovered all but one above his left hand, leaving one gripped firmly in his right. The mage seeing all of this happen began to call in his res. The sand pulled into one point and gathered into a large mass an arms length away. Miro drew his djed flux into his arm and took aim. As he forced his djed flux from the rest of his body it became slightly weaker, feeling slightly fatigued. He focused his will on the mans chest, yet keeping his ice steady in his grip. His djed flooded into his bicep causing it to flex. Next his forearm and hand was filled with a burst of strength. His grip tightened and as he pulled back. With his eyes fixed on the man's chest behind the sand, Miro let the ice ball sail forward at impressive speed. It started out swaying to the left but heading back to the right. Though the speed was impressive, the mage was not fazed by it. Without hesitating he stepped to his right moving the sand up and supporting it with his arms. As the ball made contact with the sand he moved with the impact for a moment then shifted it back and downwards deflecting it to the ground. As the ball rolled to the ground, so did Miro's confidence. The mage stared back with determination and anger in his eyes. Slowly he began to gather more res and bridge the gap between them.
Miro shifted another ball to his right hand and charged up his djed into his arm. He sent the attack forward and again it was deflected. Steadily the amount of sand was becoming larger. Miro readied his third just as the man started a run in a zigzagged path. He let forth his third attempt scoring a hit on the now running enemy's shoulder. As quickly as possible he let three more attacks go, all of them missing or being deflected by the still growing sand. It had grown to three times the size of when Miro had first attacked him. Now things were getting serious. He had only two more chances to get this right. The man was now less than fifteen feet away but slowed his speed down to a hastened walk. Miro drew in more djed for this throw, pushing his limits on his arm. He threw it and using his res forced his aim to stay true. He launched it at the mage's center as hard as possible. The mage, seeing all of this happen drew to a defensive stance. He pulled his sand and res up to cover his face and chest in a thick wall.
The ice shot through the air at a speed too fast for Miro to follow. As his arm finished the throwing motion he felt a painful sensation in the muscle near his shoulder. It was pretty severe pain for the moment, but reduced in severity after a few moments. The ice collided with the sand and punched a hole through the defense and hit its intended target hard in the gut. The mage's sand fell to the ground with the lack of concentration. He huddled over holding his gut, leaving him open. Miro too was injured and left open however. His shoulder was paining him too much to throw or control magic properly leaving him only enough of an opening to flee. He carried his last ice ball in his left hand and ran along the side of the arena slowly building his res up. Hopefully Kinneas was having better luck with his target, though Miro would not allow him to finish his fight first.