Melba
Noctis and Tarin were both warriors who were used to battle, used to the art of combat. In a fight of life or death, you did not hesitate to press an advantage. As Tarin spun through the air, Noctis' legs bent and the earth cracked beneath his feet as snow exploded up into the air from the pure force of his launch. He flew through the air, tossing his sword just above his head, forming a new hand sign and weaving flames with a core of hyper compressed air in the center, launched two fireballs down into the trajectory that Tarin was flying in, unable to right his course until he met something to stop him he'd fly right into the fireballs. 

When the two fireballs met at their course, they'd collide with themselves with Tarin if he had not managed to right himself somehow and the cores of compressed air would explode in a wave of force and fire. In other words, Noctis had just launched two magical firebombs into Tarin. He'd land in the snow (landing quickly thanks to a push towards the ground with wind magic) after grabbing his sword and continue moving, confident that it would not kill Tarin.

*"No... It won't even slow him down.. That mans strength was monsterous. Reacting to Blitzkrieg out of pure **Reflex**. This man wasn't some ordinary human- he had to be some kind of* **Demon.** 

Using the time it would take for Tarin to recover, he dashed forward to get back into melee range and not allow Tarin to use that long chain of his. Something about it told him that it was no ordinary chain, he needed to know everything about this man and his arsenal if he was going to survive this encounter. Meanwhile, there would be a rumbling from the mountain as some snow shifted. Two massive sounds had caused some instability at the peak of the mountain, but no avalanche had begun just yet. As the smoke cleared and the snow fell away, Noctis would be upon Tarin with his sword in his hand, a black and platinum clad specter of martial and magical power. He hadn't gone all out like

This since the Cousin Conflicts. It felt... **Good.**
Deborah
"*More...*"

The firebombs exploded, a massive wave of magic fire and air launched from the collision with Tarin dead in the center. Snow flew in every direction and smoke shielding Tarin from Noctis' view even as he continued his approach.

Time felt like it had slowed to a crawl for the cursed man, all things moved in slow motion, he was calm. He laid there for a moment, feeling the cold bite of snow sting his skin, the small burns that tattered his shirt and dotted his arms- his mind far away and into some unknowable place within his subconscious.

"*Is this... Where I die?*" His eyes widened somewhat and a small gasp escaped him as the words really registered in his mind. "*Will this man... Kill me?*" He sniffed the air once. "*He's almost on me... Maybe I should...*"

Suddenly a massive wave of concussive force and winds whipped from the location of where the fire bombs hit previously. The snow and smoke were gone- revealing the man standing firmly on his own two feet at the center.

*His eyes are alive.*

*"Fight... FIGHT.*"

Tarin moved, disappearing from sight while a boom resounded and a crater was left where he stood previously. Within the instant that Noctis had blinked his eyes Tarin had urged his body to move and it responded in kind. His visage reappeared right infront of Noctis, a right fist swinging with crushing force and speed towards Noctis' face.
Melba
*Fast... Too damn fast!"* Noctis' mind thought and it was all he had but to raise his arms in time to block the punch. Thankfully the strike would crash into his enchanted vambraces and he was sent flying backwards in an explosion of force and speed. Even with the armor he felt his arms shaking and trembling from the force and the pain was incredible- terrible and incredible. The black longsword he carried spun out of his hand and spiraled into the night as he flipped head over heels through the snow and towards a tree. However he had something Tarin did not... 

**"TRY HARDER!"** He shouted at the assailant and with a burst of wind magic, he righted himself and dug his heels into the earth- sliding backwards until he came to a tree. As he reached it, he pressed one foot against it and exploded forward in a shockwave of sound, dashing back towards Tarin with his silver eyes glowing from the use of his magic power. As he neared his body would break into a series of palm strikes, slaps and chops as he used the martial art he'd been taught by his mentor back in the age of demigods. The technique was called Heavens Wing, a fast striking martial art that minimized force on the body and maximized lethal output and nerve striking. Noctis wasn't *As* Fast as Tarin, but he was *Fast* And had years of experience fighting life or death battles just like Tarin. 

His strikes were aimed for Tarins upper torso to attempt to force him back and try to land a clean blow on his neck- a vicious battle between the two for dominance.