Megan
"I did, a lone, female Trenton walking along empty streets. If you were in my shoes, you'd think so too."
*Horace would take note of the sheathing of both her weapons. This probably meant she was gonna use the weird looking orb from earlier again. Though that wouldn't help her in the fog that soon enveloped the two. But to Horace's surprise, there would be no smoke as Yakaiyo cast her spell. Due to the powerfulness of said spell, Horace would be blown away at least a few feet. The elf would sigh with annoyance as the Trenton had caught him before he could move away. As such, he would get into a fighting stance with his dagger at the ready. He would motion his free hand as if to say "Come get me."*
"Is that so? I can already tell you're going to be a pain in the ass to deal with."
Minerva
*This elf was getting annoying. Not only was he taunting her, but he was going to rob her before. At this point she didn't care if he was an elf or not. Her tolerance was nonexistent.*

*A voice would speak in her head. It was familiar, and made her pause for a moment. The spell momentarily becomes shining blue ice.*

*"Yakaiyo, what happened to you?"

"I'm sorry, Hakaze. I'm so sorry!"

"Turn back. I can't take it seeing you like this. Please, go back to the way you were. Happy, caring. Move on."

"How can I?!! I can never be happy without you! Without Nodako, Asake! Never again!"*

*At this point, tears would be running down Yakaiyo's face as she hears her husband's voice. No. No, it's just her thoughts. He's gone. Gone.*

*"I'm sorry, Hakaze. I have to do this. Or else I'll never live myself down."

"Yakaiyo, wait-"*

*The Treton would force the thoughts down, the Ice turning black once again. Another lightning bolt. A hateful scream is emitted into the sky, as the cold bolt of ice is launched towards her opponent. She draws her twin blades and jumps into the air, aiming her blades to slash diagonally from the right side.*

*This elf was getting annoying. Not only was he taunting her, but he was going to rob her before. At this point she didn't care if he was an elf or not. Her tolerance was nonexistent. Gritting her teeth, a dark sphere of icy magic would appear in her hand.*

*A voice would speak in her head. It was familiar, and made her pause for a moment. The spell momentarily becomes shining blue ice.*

*"Yakaiyo, what happened to you?"

"I'm sorry, Hakaze. I'm so sorry!"

"Turn back. I can't take it seeing you like this. Please, go back to the way you were. Happy, caring. Move on."

"How can I?!! I can never be happy without you! Without Nodako, Asake! Never again!"*

*At this point, tears would be running down Yakaiyo's face as she hears her husband's voice, hidden from the rain. Horace can tell that something's going on though. No. No, it's just her thoughts. He's gone. Gone.*

*"I'm sorry, Hakaze. I have to do this. Or else I'll never live myself down."

"Yakaiyo, wait-"*

*The Treton would force the thoughts down, the Ice turning black once again. Another lightning bolt. A hateful scream is emitted into the sky, as the cold bolt of ice is launched towards her opponent. She draws her twin blades and jumps into the air, aiming her blades to slash diagonally from the right side.*
Megan
*The elf would prepare for the Trenton's next hate tainted spell, getting ready to attempt a side step. Though attack would not come, causing Horace to become confused by this. He'd attempt to shake it off, instead, taking note of the change in color of her spell. From a hate filled black to a peaceful yet saddened blue that was considered natural to ice magic. It was beautiful, like most magic, then again this was no time to be admiring her ability.*

*The elf would take advantage of her pause, once again switching from a dagger to a long sword. This was his weapon of choice for a battle in which he was already seen or against a capable opponent. His dagger was mainly used for close quarters assassinations or last ditch efforts if his long sword was unavailable. His bow would also be for long range assassinations or covering fire for an ally.*

*Around this time, the Trenton's ice would turn black again and Horace would be ready for it. Or at least he believed as the thunderous scream of a nearby lightning bolt would break the elf's concentration as he look towards it. Yakaiyo's spell would hit the elf, by passing his blade and lowered guard. The black ice would hit him square in the chest, causing him to take a step back out of shock. Horace would turn his attention away from the lightning and back to her. As a response to her attack, the elf would lift his sword, although sluggishly, to catch both blades and block.*

*Though one blade would manage to get pass the long sword defense, slashing into the elf. This would cause a spurt of blood to escape from the wound and a grunt of pain from the elf. The elf would attempt to hold his defense, expecting the Trenton to back off after her strike as she's done before. If she did, he'd temporarily sink his blade into the floor, resting on it while he held his wound with a freed hand. Horace would be panting as he looked back at his target.*
"I guess you're right. I do kinda regret seeing you."
Minerva
*The woman would see her blades draw blood, the cerulean blade covered in crimson. A flick of the sword, and blood would mix in with the rain and water. Backing off once again, Yakaiyo holds the twin blades in front of her, taking a balanced stance. Lightning would strike overhead once again, and the rain would be pouring even more, soaking the combatants to the bone.*

*The Treton would pay no heed to the cold. Elemental conflict between the rain and her own temperature was nothing compared to what raged inside. Horace would be able to see Yakaiyo's eyes flicker, changing from red to blue, then blue to red, the change getting more and more rapid as time went on. Her hands would begin to visibly shake. All seemed calm for a little, but the real battle was in her head.*

```Flashback```

"Wing Chun is powerful. Rather than power, you should focus on speed and agility."

"But then the opponent won't feel anything!"

"That is what it seems like at first. It is often seen as delicate, a hidden power, so to speak. Try it."

*Punches, blocks and elbows strike the wooden dummy. Eventually, the hands begin to move faster and faster, creating an almost rhythmic tempo of blows. At that point, she understood the power of the martial art. A gentle hand on her shoulder would turn her, to see a smile on a bearded face.*

"You're doing well. I need you to promise me one thing, before I can teach you more. Promise me, to never use it for harm."

"Why do I need to, when I have you?"*

```Flashback end```

*But he was gone. No longer here. Her grip tightens, and she holds the swords steady in front of her.*

"I'm sorry, Hakaze. But I have to do this. To avenge you. For Nodako. For Asake."

*The Treton would lunge with her left blade, with her right stabbing soon after, yelling furiously.*
Megan
*Horace would continue to pant as he held his wound, observing the women. Thanks to her attacks, the elf was able to get a read on her pattern. First, a spell to disorient the opponent, then a swift attack with her daggers, and finally, a retreat to repeat the process. Though he had it, the elf didn't know if this information would help in the slightest. After all, he had already been dealt a minor and medium/severe wound, so he didn't know if he could hold out for much longer.*

*The rain that would pour down on the two would cause the elf to shiver. He'd experienced worst storms, but that didn't mean he was immune to them. Horace would notice the changing of the girl's eye color, though he'd soon pay no mind as his vision became blurry for a moment due to blood loss. Horace would stumble slightly before resetting his foot work and raising his sword, getting into a stance.*

*All he had to do was dodge the spell and prevent her from getting in too close. There was no guarantee he'd be able to dodge the spell in his condition. But because of his weapon's reach, he would easily be able to keep her at bay. All he needed to do was swing before she got too close to use her daggers.*

*Horace would give her a confused and exhausted look as she spoke. Hakaze, Asake, 
 and, Nodako? Who the hell were these people? And why was she talking about them now of all times? Despite his questions, it would seem the Trenton was moving to attack. To his surprise, there would be no spell, but that just meant he didn't have to worry about it. The elf would wait for the Trenton to get right outside of the reach of his blade, swinging it at her vertically from the right side. This would be in an attempt to discourage her from advancing while he backed up.*
Minerva
*In her fury, Yakaiyo had attacked first. It would soon prove to be a costly mistake, as the cold steel bites into her side, leaving a long cut, easily parting dark cloth and pale skin. The blow would cause her to fall to her right, ending up on the floor, barely avoiding stabbing herself on her knives. Lying face down, she puts her swords together in her right hand, placing a hand on her wound. It glows blue, and begins to heal. AS the treton gets up and walks backward, the slash begins to close. Blood stains the left side of her robe, the black turning a dark maroon. A crimson ravine can be seen in Yakaiyo's pale skin.*

*"Remember what I said? Never attack first..."*

*The quote would repeat itself in Yakaiyo's mind. She begins to feel dizzy, blood loss from the large slash kicking in. Stumbling backward, she nearly falls over, if she hadn't learned how to keep balance.*

"Damn it..."
Megan
*Horace would grin under his mask as he felt his blade cleave into her side. The spurt of red blood that would come out would drench the blade that caused said wound. The elf would attempt to dislodge his blade from her, but there seemed to be no need as he fall pulled the blade out by itself. He'd still be tired and panting at this point, but he got a clean hit in on her. Maybe this battle wasn't so pointless after all, perhaps even winnable.*

*As Yakaiyo would begin to heal herself, the elf would begin to retreat. Two steps at a time, backwards, until Yakaiyo got up again. He'd ready himself for another attack, although he'd probably have to make a move now. Opponents are usually more cautious after taking a hit. Speaking of taking a hit, the wound he'd dealt her would seemingly disappear, only torn clothing in its place.*
"Thats a pretty neat trick... Wish i had something like that..."

*Horace would chuckle lightly at the thought of him being a healer. It seemed like a very useful ability, though Horace would never of pursued it. Many a fight would he wish for healing, but a good couple days of rest was usually just as good. Speaking of which, the Trenton that stumbled before him would seem to need a few days of rest herself. In that moment, Horace would begin thinking of a sort of compromise for the two. He had lost the will to fight a while ago and was only moving to defend his life or retaliate against attacks.*
"So... We've both taken hits, and i don't think either of us want to continue this... *I could be wrong about that of course*.... What do you say to a truce? We can just go out separate ways and never see each other again."
Minerva
*The treton had two choices. Either she could fight and try to eliminate this pest, or she play it safe and run. But what if he was lying? He was a thief, after all. He could have hidden darts for all she knew, and kill her as she walked away. Her mind conflicted as she tried to reason with herself, her indecision obvious.*

*"No! You can't this little shit go!"

"Save yourself! You can't get vengeance if you're dead!"

"But you can kill him! All you need is land a good burn!"

"But are you willing to take that chance?"*

*Raising her hands to her head, she drops the swords, which splash and clatter in the wet cobblestones below. Her hands slam on either side of her head, as her mind is split between either vengeance and reason, screaming out in the dark. Finally, the treton would fall to her knees, her hair covering her face, picking up her blades...*

*....Placing them together, and sheathing them. She had decided that this battle was of no use. She couldn't avenge her family if she was dead.*

"As much as I want to slit your throat, we both know that there's a very high chance of either of us dying. I'm not willing to take that risk."