OOC: I shall now bump this thread up with a bit of slighted humour.

BIC:
"Now this is fun," Myrra murmured to nobody in particular.
"What is?" a small, squeaky voice made the dark mage sigh. Myrra turned a crown of flames to the little winged eyeball that had suddenly appeared next to her.
"Do you have to disturb me at this moment, Tiral? I am currently enjoying the undecided fate of a comrade. Shoo," she made a small movement with her right hand. The eyeball, Tiral, blinked once, then looked sneaky.
"I was just checking up. Master wonders what you were up to, using your scar so carefully," the eyeball said, "I mean, by now you would've massacred a city with it! What's wrong? Got competition?" Myrra sighed again. Damnit, He has to do that, doesn't he?

Mercury twists to the side with a surprising suppleness but the the blades just glance off his side, his silvery scales turning the blow. Still, even through his natural resistance to magic he can feel its touch weaken him slightly. He hadn't expected this. But quickly running through his options he decides that the combination of his gloryscale spell and the natural toughness of his hide it wasn't too great a threat. Catlike, he swipes at Za'rel with his right claw, aiming for the torso.

Aeryn smirked, watching the fight.....he hadn't commanded a tree root like Myrra, finding it more convenient to sit cross-legged in midair, floating easily. He knew this was a bit too important for him to cheat.....tempting as it was to do so. He saw that the female human was managing to hurt his friend somewheat, and used a quick spell to establish a telepathic link, "Mercury....remember that you aren't just a dragon, you're also a Blue Mage. Try using some of her own spells against her!"

"Buzz off eyeball, you're distracting my leisure," Myrra said hotly. The eyeball faked a leaky tear before looking haughty.
"Fine! But I'd be more use if I stayed. I can see better than you," the feathers of the eyeball ruffled somewhat.
"Well of course you can see better. You are a frigging flying eyeball!" Myrra replied acidly. Clearly, though, she knew what Tiral meant. His ability to forsee the future would come in handy when she meets trouble. Damn, he's right... as usual... And probably foresaw his joining...

Aeryn heard Myrra say something, turned to look, saw the eyeball, and blinked in surprise, "What in the Nine Hells is that thing, Rage?" he shifted in the air so that he was facing her.

((Sorry! I'm not dead, I just lost power for 5 days, nothing major.))
((Hrm. I'm going to forgo my rules so my battle taunts will sound right. Those are important you know.))

Za'rel was slightly disappointed her attack had not connected fully, but had done some damage to her opponent nonetheless. Pulling back from Mercury slightly, she flinched as the gloryscale spell took effect. "Aren't we clever..." she muttered audibly, not quite seeing Mercury's claw sweeping out of the glint.

Her ridiculously-fast warrior reflexes were no match for shuch a luckily placed swipe, and she barely got her left sword halfway into a defensive guard before being slammed horizontally backward about 4 feet. Luckily, her armor blocked most of the claw's slash, but the blunt damage still hurt. Za'rel cringed for a second, then quickly kick-flipped back to her feet. "Good. My turn." Aiming her sword at Mercury from her now-out-of-melee range, Za'rel grinned slightly, "Time to use my little trick." She thought, and then began the spell. Sheathing her right sword, Za'rel continued aiming the left at Mercury. Moving her right hand, as if tapping a pane of glass, she moved her fingers, drawing on the etheral energies around all life. Then, she thrust her right hand at the dragon, and yelled, "Evisceration of life!" Launching a deadly spirit-bolt at the Dragon.

((Mhmm. All reavers train as shaman for a time. This is the once-a-day, ranged bolt magic. Represents the epitome of her magical training.))

"Oh, that little annoying tripe?" Myrra waved a hand, almost knocking Tiral from the air.
"Oi!" the eyeball snorted indignantly, before whizzing over to Aeryn.
"Ehh... another black mage. Myrra!" Tiral rounded on Myrra, "Have you not told me something?"
"Am I supposed to?" the black mage replied viciously. Tiral watched Aeryn slyly, out of the corner of his eye. To answer Aeryn's question, she turned and ignored further protests from the small creature.
"That is a Foreseer. Unfortunately, he has foreseen his joining with us. Once you get one latched onto your journeys, not even the most powerful spell with faze the bloody creature. They have the knack of attuning to your spells and being immune to whatever you cast. I'll show you." Myrra flung her left hand out in a powerful swing, catching the fluttering eyeball right in the pupil. Lightning crackled and suddenly the critter was gone in a flash and a squeal.
"Wait, before you make another comment," she added. Yep, slowly, surely, a small wisp of smoke gathered from the air and... POP! Tiral reappeared, Squealing angrily.
"YOU KNOW I HATE IT WHEN YOU DO THAT!" He thundered in a shrill voice. Myrra's hand slapped down and pinned the fluttering eyeball to the tree.
"Shutup."

OOC: Well you shouldn't think this too cheap, as we both knew it was coming and its probably how you were planning to lose. He was expecting a spell anyway.

Mercury gives a wolf-like grin that is, quite literally, blinding. He gives a cry of, "Is that the best you can do?" and sweeps a wing in front of it. The wing seems to glint strangely, suddenly seeming even more reflective than normal, as the spell strikes it. To Za'rel's surprise there is a silver flash when it strikes and the spirit-bolt bounces off the quicksilver dragon. Even worse, Mercury had carefully angled his wing to reflect it right back at her. Mercury replies, "I have tricks of my own." to Za'rel's half vocalised comment.

OOC: this battle is starting to look like something out of DBZ....I keep expecting the dragon to grow blonde, spiky hair and go "super saiyan"!:p

IC: "Interesting....is it your familiar? You seem to have met it before." the wizard smirked, hopping over onto the treebranch.

((Luckily enough, the only 2 classes (in the system I use) that have armor vs Ether magic are... (Drum roll) Reavers and Shaman! Besides, had I been undefended, It'd have killed me. Its a killing spell anyway.))

Za'rel was shocked. "Reflect my spell? Can my spells even be reflected?" she thought, for an instant, before the bolt impacted her chest. Luckily, Clan Reavers weave their own wards agaisnt their spells before going to battle, but still significantly weaker than a ward agaisnt normal magic would be.

However, these were delicate wards, and this was a powerful bolt. Za'rel was knocked off her feet, and, again, launched backwards a few feet, swords flung in all directions. Luckily, her armor-ward had kept the bolt from killing her, but that did not make it hurt any less. "Saraga Ethbal! Use your own skills!" Za'rel shouted, trying to get up, but collapsed halfway into an attempt to lift herself.