<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img145/3339/myarbyaikurisud4hmjvc.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Lairelithoniel Lithônion <strong>:Name</strong><br/>Early Morning <strong>:Time</strong><br/>Fort protecting the portal <strong>:Location</strong><br/>Everyone <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br/>Ashlyn grinned at the display of dominance Berial put on when he poised his blades about her neck and set his hoof upon her chest... it was almost as thrilling as the fight itself. Ashlyn also couldn't help bit glance at his flared horse cock as well, causing her grinn to widen. She was just about to submit to him when Lin provided an opportunity to escape. As the centaur looked towards the monk, Ashlyn quickly knocked one of Berials sword aside and slid from under his hoof in one swift movement. The sharp twinge in her side reminded her of the power in those hooves and the pain they could bring... though she looked pleased at the thought of it. To hear of her brother was a blessing and a curse for her. It showed that he did indeed come to this world with his skills as sharp as ever... and that he has yet to return. If her brother could scar this man yet fail later on... what chance did she have if she could not mar him herself. "Indeed, I am  Lithaldoren's sister! And you shall receive a scar from me, just as you did from Ashton!" As she says that, the very air around her began to shimmer and darken as magic energy was gathered for a spell. As it was released, Ashlyns outline seemed to blur, as if she was shifting positions to fast to properly see... yet it was clear she was static. "Stand aside monk!" she called, as the spell finished.<br/><br/>The lithe elven warrior surged forward yet again and the bladed waltz began anew. It was clear however that Ashlyn had an advantage now, her impressive pain tolerance allowing her movements not to be slowed by her cracked rib. While Berials offense was hindered by the elf's distorted image, putting him on the defensive. The elf was all out attacking now, no longer trying to dance around the veteran now that he couldn't attack properly. Berial was being driven back while gaining a scratch here and there, but his pride wouldn't allow that for long and he sprang forward. Ashlyn rolled to the side as Berial large form passed her and moved to counter attack, only to be forced to jump further back least she catch a rear hoof to her torso again. But she couldn't give him time to find his tempo, as he faced her once again she charged at him and threw a hand out before her. All the space before the centaur in a half circle had become complete darkness, right as she entered it. Her spear shot forth from the left side of the half circle, barely deflected, and then another from the opposite side, blocked just in the niche of time. Berial looked back to the right-center, expecting the next jab to come from there as he tried to back away from the space void of light. But the next thrust came from the same location and despite backing up, the elven spear was noticeably longer as it's tip found him. It buried itself in his side as Ashlyn emerged from the darkness, sneering at the discomfort she caused him and pushing him further back. With a roar, Berial reared on his hind legs as he dropped one of his swords and grasped the spear impeded in him. He yanked it out in his rage and used it unbalance the light elf on the other end of it, landing a furious slash on her right shoulder. The cry from the elf was a mix of pain and gratification as she was forced to release her weapon and roll with the blow she received.<br/><br/>She regained her footing quickly, but the magic blurring her form vanished as her concentration was lost, and rests on a knee. Unarmed and with her magic failing her, it was clear this 'spar' was over... and the victory. A slow trail of blood starting from her shoulder could be seen growing on the ash white armor the elf was wearing. "Enough!" Ashlyn called, putting her left hand up before her. "We have bloodied each other too much, yes? Our wounds should be tended." Her excitement and adrenaline were winding down. And she now realized how agonizing her wounds were. She hoped Berial hurt as much as she did, as she glanced at the stabbing and knicks she gave him. Ashlyn then looked towards Nadia hopefully and then back to Berial, who still held her precious glaive 'Dolithiel'.