She grins, having effortlessly repaired her dress, sitting calmly beside him, enjoying the hellishly alcoholic drink. "Mmm, I only break them if you want me to. I mean, the angel's still sane, isn't she? Trust me, if I had my way, she'd be begging at my feet, by now."<br/><br/>Kamariel's second round doesn't go quite as well, though she still squeaks out a win, against a massive frozen dracolich. Thankfully, fire trumps ice, and, bloodied and beaten, she smashes it into pieces, claiming a victory, mostly thanks to being able to counter almost every spell it threw, giving her a huge edge, although she was required to switch to her full balor form, to actually win.<br/><br/>Her third round is against a very unassuming-looking human male; tall and skinny, dressed in a long, leather duster, carrying a long rod in one hand, and a casting staff in the other, a longsword in a scabbard over his back, and a wide-brimmed, almost cowboy hat on his head. Figuring the element of surprise was gone, Kamariel doesn't bother to reassume her succubus form, and simply grins down at him, as they wait for the round to start. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me. The demon? Mab, I swear, when I get out of here, I'm going to kill you for putting me through this." The human sighs, and readies himself for the demon, while Kamariel merely chuckles; it's clear she's expecting an easy fight, but she's not going to go easy.<br/><br/>The human actually gets the first shot off, snapping his shorter rod up into his hand, and shouting "<em>Glacies!</em>", a beam of solid ice lancing out, and catching her in the leg. "Is that all you have, human?" she taunts, opening with a Power Word: Stun, figuring the little magic user won't have much endurance, but, surprisingly, he shrugs it off, without any effect. "Going to take a little more than that, demon," he quips, running off to one side, as he raises the staff. "<em>Forarze!</em>" Kamariel counters the spell, but just barely, then moves closer to him, and focuses on attempting to simply cause him to Implode. He seems to quiver and shake, but, amazingly, shrugs that off, as well, but to her chagrin. He attempts a second ice blast, which beats her Dispel attempt, but not her SR, while she decides to set asides spellcasting, and charges him, with her twin swords, dealing some damage, though his leather duster absorbs most of the attack. "Block this," he taunts, using both the staff and the rod to cast spells, a feat which astounds her, especially as it gets past her Dispel Magic. "<em>Forarze!</em>" he shouts, a wave of force hurtling up from the earth, throwing her into the air on a spike of solid rock, before he follows up with "<em>Glacies!</em>" as a solid beam of ice slams into her. He's looking a little tired, now, while the balor is merely looking very pissed off.<br/><br/>She spends a little time struggling free from the impaling spike, as he retreats, heading for cover, and sheathing his rod. Kamariel hurtles towards him, wings and swords and fury, looking ready to tear him apart, as he draws a rather impressively-sized revolver from his jacket, pointing it straight at Kamariel, who looks simply confused by it. "Say goodnight, demon!" A roar of sound drowns out his words, as a rather impressive-looking pair of holes sprout from her back, as the cold-iron bullets pass through her. She falters, though she still manages to clip him with her body, as she passes. They quickly rise, and he empties the remaining four shots into her, discarding the empty gun (without throwing it at her (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ThrowAwayGuns)), and drawing the longsword, a tiny, helpless-looking figure, against the furious demonic giant.<br/><br/>She stalks forward, eyes raging with hate, before tearing into him with every ounce of power she has, screaming furiously, as he attempts to fend off the swarm of blows, with a single blade, leaving him injured, after the furious assault. However, when he returns but a single stroke, the sound flares a brilliant white, and leaves a long, ugly wound across her, eliciting a pained howl, as the Holy artifact cuts through her defenses.<br/><br/>The battle ends shortly after, however, as common sense takes over the raging demon; she retreats to a safe distance, and then nails him with a Power Word: Stun, leaving him open long enough for her to teleport back, and finish the job, although her score is noticeably lower than previous rounds, due to the impressive showing by her opponent.