((I tried to stop him Rhiya, but he says it's a private duel, so don't yell at me for our postage.))

"Really?" Viska replies mockingly, noticing the mage hadn't presenting anything detestable to a Marilith. Nothing at all, in fact, except those chimes. She tried to resist the spell, but Aeryn was a strong mage. In the end, her sheer willpower was all that managed to keep her from being sucked back into the abyss. Recovering, she charged at Aeryn, getting one quick swipe with her favored hand's katana as she invaded his space.

"Your going to die Aeryn, don't think otherwissse." the deamon taunts.

OOC: Actually...that was a damaging spell, but I'll post that spell here and edit my earlier post to a spell that WOULD dismiss you.

IC: Finishing his chant, he whispered something, gesturing with his hands and unleashing a gust of silvery fog...a gust that continued growing larger as it cut the room in half, spreading to cover the half Za'rel occupied.

As it approached, a faint buzzing sound could be heard from inside it...a sort of high-pitched whine that emanated from it the same way heat would emanate from a bonfire.

((I see. The going back to the abyss thing kinda made me thing dismissal.))

Viska hissed angrily as the sonic cloud hit her, realising that it was the only elemental spell Aeryn could cast that she didn't have a natural resistance to. Still, it wasn't lethal, and she'd regenerate the damage... eventually. Angrily now, she screams at Aeryn, bringing her swords down like a crashing wave atop the poor, unwarded mage.

"I'll make this ssswift, Don't struggle or you'll just die tired!" she hisses.

((Yeah, it was my fault...should have been less confusing))

He smirked, blinking out of existence and reappearing some distance behind her, having used the distraction of his first spell to cast Lutzaen's Frequent Jaunt. He chanted another spell, making his skin as hard as adamantine, and began on yet another one even as she whirled around to face him.

"I can do that too, Aeryn." Viska murmurs, blinking out of existance and then appearing right in front of the mage, "Ssstop playing and fight me." she flicks her prime katana at Aeryn as he concentrates on his new spell, aiming to break his concentration.

"It is inevitable, Aeryn. You are mine." Viska continues to taunt.

OOC: I'd just like to remind the rest of you that this is a private duel, please don't interfere.

IC: He winces as the blade sinks into his shoulder, powerful enough to break through his protective enchantment, but continues casting, a deadly blast of concentrated Sonic energy bursting from his fingers, as thick as the trunk of a mighty oak as it streaks toward her.

"No...YOU are mine!" he growls, his voice determined despite the pain in it, pouring more energy into the spell.

Viska tries to resist, but Aeryn is putting too much of his power into the spell. The deafening, shattering sound almost unbearable, Viska feels bits of her body being vibrated apart. She could take it, but it would wear her down eventually. Unfortunately for Aeryn, it would require concentration. Viska orients all of her swords, except for one, to rhythmicly stab at Aeryn's chest. The final sword sweeping for his legs, trying to off-balance the mage.

Still pouring power into his spell, he teleports backwards again ((that's the beauty of LFJ, multiple uses per spell)), the blast continuing to scour her.

Viska strains as she tries to fight through the sonic blast, but it is too powerful, and quickly overcoming her. Phasing out of existance once more, she reappears nowhere near Aeryn, but to his right, about 40 feet away. "That hurt. You are going to die now." Viska spat, focusing on Aeryn, using her innate psychic abilities in an attempt to hurl him into the earlier-casted blade barrier using telekenesis.

He growls, his drow-blooded spell resistance and strong will fighting off the effects...barely.

"Not likely!"

Firing a barrage of Sonic beams at her, he advances, pulling something that looks like two daggers connected by a chain from one of his pockets...a spell component of some sort.