Avatar Arena: POS Industries vs. Arhra

[Arhra]

That fall had really, really hurt. Falling from a great height with the only thing to slow her down being the collapsing floors of building whose roof they had hit and various other rather painfully solid objects tended to be a reasonably traumatic experience. Having a capitalist land on you every step of the way didn't help either. Thankfully POS wasn't too much of a fat cat and thus it wasn't as bad as it could have been.

Arhra also felt lucky that she had her splodomancer armour to protect her. If not for the protection the light armour - designed mainly for protecting splodomancers from their own splodomancy - had given, she'd have been in a whole new world of pain.

Then once hitting the ground, POS landed on her a final time and kicked her away. With her ears ringing and vision blurring in and out of focus, she tried to figure out what had just happened and then registered POS was speaking to her.

"So tell me," POS asked, ready to react to whatever move Arhra made, "Knowing all these fun facts, just what is it you expect you can do against me?"

Arhra crawled slowly to a more upright position, striving to conceal the movement of one hand grabbing a rock form the debris strewn floor and beginning to transmute it into another bomb. Her mind had raced over the options available to her. It seemed there was one best option for what to do. She resolved herself to carry through her decision.

Painfully, the splodomancer clambered to her feet, her new bomb clutched firmly in one hand. Every single shred of her body language spoke her intent - when she stood up, someone was going to die. "You'll be begging for the Lord's Trousers by the time I'm done with you!" Arhra muttered viciously as she began to straighten, beginning to spin around and hurl the explosive at POS.

POS however had seen this coming. A quick lunge and he planted his fist firmly in Arhra's gut, kicking the rock-bomb harmlessly out of Arhra's hand as she fell again.

"Do you really expect me to fall for a cheap trick like that?" the Negative Kamen asked. He was quite certain he'd have time to interrupt any spell she had time to cast.

"No Mr O'Sullivan, all I expect you to do is die. And have a very cheap funeral!" Arhra had a odd defiant edge to her tone, despite how bad the situation looked.

He saw Arhra concentrating and lunged forwards, kicking again. Arhra looked stunned, not moving out of the way but her hands seemed ot instinctively grab at POS's kicking leg. POS looked down at her, trying to shake her off, "Big words from someone who -"

He found himself suddenly interrupted by a massive explosion.

Arhra had used the classic feint. It was the purview of magicians to distract with one hand while the other pulled out rabbits. POS had been quite right that Arhra would be vulnerable to having her spells disrupted while she was trying to recover. However, that didn't stop her exerting control over spells already in effect.

The blazekite had still hovered high over where POS and Arhra currently stood, a dark orb with strange fires in its depths. Admittedly, Arhra could have dismissed it, stopping the effort of maintaining it from interfering with her spell casting. However, that would mean sacrificing the large amount of energy she had invested into it.

Arhra had a much more simple solution. The blazekite was a product of splodomancy and essentially a more complex utilisation of the same principles that created the blast globes she had used while riding the blazekite. However, while they had been the size of a grapefruit perhaps, the blazekite orb was much larger, over a meter across.

It was, in essence, a gigantic bomb.

Thus, Arhra had used her attempted spellcastings as a distraction and simply commanded the blazekite to stop hovering, arming it so it would explode on impact. The blazekite had simply fallen out of the sky, practically right on top of POS and Arhra.

With the arming command given, it instantly volatised on impact. The destructive forces contained within it were released, engineered by splodomancy to cause the maximum possible damage. It was quite a blockbuster. The noise and the shockwave were incredible, tearing the roofs off buildings and sending unsecured object tumbling away. At its center a pure white dome of devouring light swelled, lighting up the night sky.



That couldn't possibly be good.