Deborah
His fist stung from the impact for just a moment while his opponent flew away from his blow. Good, his sword flew away too- which means he'll attack with fists next- Tarin must respond to such a thing in kind for that is the warrior way. 

"***FINE.***" 

Tarin bellowed in reply, a smile of joy and combative zeal gleaming across his face. With speed Tarin dashed towards Noctis, noticing the tensing body and motion beginning to take place- a sign. He sheathed his dagger on his hip, the chain seemingly being sucked into the short-staff holder as if something was pulling the chain into it, now he is ready for the exchange.

 IT ON!" 

He followed Noctis' movements and retaliated with his own. While Noctis focused on nerve strikes and more precise and lethal blows Tarin did what he does best- allowed his superhuman body, that was nearly as hard as steel itself, to take some damage so he could get one powerful blow off.

*Speed and technique versus power and determination.*

Replying to Noctis' flurry of blows Tarin did his best to defend and only attacked in response with powerful single strikes aimed for weak points in armor- the sides, joints, the neck.
Melba
Noctis' grin was devilish as Tarin relied on his endurance to withstand. He definitely could, every strike against the mans body felt as if he were striking an iron wall. Still, Noctis had battled Demigods of Titanos and had won not through sheer force, but because he was always willing to adapt, always willing to concede that his physical strength would never be enough and he'd strived to go beyond. As he struck, Noctis would do two things to cause *Severe* Damage to Tarins body. 

First, he allocated he removed his sense of taste and smell- then took those "Stats" To boost the physical strength of just his **Fingers** To be several times harder than steel, reinforcing his bones and joints. The smaller the part of the body he enhanced the greater effect an amount of stats had. 

Then he generated tiny points of compressed magical air at the tips of his fingers, at the edges of them or in the center of his palms, letting them explode on impact with focused jets of power and reforming them with every strike. However Tarins speed and strength were nothing to be scoffed at. 

As he landed a flurry of blows, he managed to avoid two but the third of Tarins counters struck his chest and sent him flying back again. If he hadn't shut off his pain receptors he was aware that he would likely be in terrible agony. Luckily his reinforced body was durable, he didn't think anything was full broken but there had been fractures in his ribs. Ignoring that for later, he righted himself with a flow of wind and dashed... 

*Away?* 

He dove into the herd of passing Mammoths. After a moment... 

**FWOOOOOOOOOM** A cry and wail of a Mammoths trunk resonated out as a full sized mammoth came flying at Tarin, its tusks pointed straight for him. It had yellowed skin and jaundiced eyes and it seemed already on deaths door. It seemed that even in this life or death situation he had only used the living creature this way because it was doomed to die anyways. There was no point in hiding so Noc

Tis was visible once more, already generating a fireball as the Mammoth came crashing down. He tried to seek out his sword but it had been claimed by the snow.
Deborah
"*What incredible power-*"
Tarin marveled as he felt his body began to take considerable damage from Noctis' attacks, the magical abilities and skill of this man are nothing if not truly exceptional. But, just as Noctis has battled beings of legend, Tarin has done the same in his own regard.

As blood began to drip from Tarin's wounds he found himself prepared to kick this battle into a higher gear and threw a quick barrage of three strikes, glad to see his third has struck home and sent Noctis flying away.

"***COME ON!!***"

Tarin took the brief moment or respite due to Noctis dashing away to access his body, the damage was nothing to ignore- he'd need to either end this quickly or put his ego away and act like this is a job instead of fun.

"*What the-*"

The mammoth slammed into him and they both hit the ground with a loud boom, snow being thrown around due to the force. He hadn't expected such a thing, truly, and was caught off guard. Finite second passed after the mammoth landed, but, something began to happen- slashes of wind launched from the creatures body and blood flew into the air- *He had cut his way through it.*

Standing within the corpse of the now butcher mammoth was Tarin with a new blade resting on his shoulder, much larger and wider than the one he'd used preciously.

He took but one single moment to continue his attack, not wanting to waste precious moments to showboat, so he took off. With a thunderous boom of force Tarin launched himself through the skies towards Noctis, his new blade held to the side and ready to be used to bisect with one horizontal slash. If it hits that would be all but if it misses he plans to use that momentum to spin and deliver a heel-kick to the head if possible.
Melba
Noctis didn't have time to complete the formation of the fireball and instead was forced to go on the defensive as Tarin exploded towards him. Crossing his arms in an X, he reinforced the first vambrace with the second and enhanced his body. Still the force was explosive and the collision of the metals caused the snow around them to shake and shift, a loud **CLANG** Resonating through the air. The mountain rumbled as if some sleeping giant within it was being awoken from their slumber. With an exertion of effort he threw the sword back and only just managed to lean back far enough to avoid having his head cracked by the heel-kick. 

Using his backwards momentum he retreated and used his illusion magic, grinning as he held up two hands. Tarin had been able to track him through snow, smoke and dust with ease and had even seen through his Flash Step as if Noctis had never used it. With incredible senses like that- well... Illusion magic was an incredible resource because of its versatility. Everyone thought of making images or scenes, but Noctis was a hunter of the elite, of those blessed by the gods- killing someone cursed by the heavens would be no different. 

A man without even a hint of magical power was doomed to mediocrity, he'd never get to expeirence the wonders of magic. Yet here he stood, a demon of physical power. Maybe Hell had decided to bless him where the Heavens had doomed him. Noctis only knew that one of them would win and the other would lose- and Noctis couldn't afford to die here. He needed to live, needed to fight, needed to continue his quest and see why he'd been ripped from his life so brutally. 

In one hand he created a source of sound even as he dimmed his own hearing abilities to that of a normal mans. The sound was such an incredibly high frequency, and just like dogs, those with enhanced hearing were the only ones able to pick it up. A frequency this high, as Noctis had discovered... **Hurt like hell.** Give him a blinding headache and

Remove his hearing. 

That wasn't all, he had to do more. The other hand he created an illusion of **Blinding** Light, akin to staring at the sun- and made it so it only faced away from him, not towards Noctis. 

Finally, he created a layer of a horrible scent, a mixture of onions, sulphur, rotting cabbage and burning hair and spread it around his body, throwing it all over the space around him. 

To sum it up, Noctis had just violated Tarins senses with blinding light, a terrible high frequency and a revolting smell that shifted and moved to make it hard to pin him down by scent. 

With his senses decreased, he boosted his legs and exploded forward to deliver a crushing axe kick to the head, hoping the illusions of sound, smell and blinding light would give him an opening.