Bad things, good things, all depends on the point of view.

Raven jumped round, yanking her sword from the dirt and taking on a defensive position. Her short hair still flew around her head in a chaotic manner, but it didn't bother her.

Val Keshra tried shoving one blade into Raven's hand, to try and damage her weilding hand, so that she wouldn't be able to use her sword correctly. He put up his other blade, preparing for another attack.
Ahrach didn't know what to do. It seemed like the two were actually going to kill each other. Or more like, Val keshra was going to kill Raven, maybe. Ahrach took one step forward.

Val Keshra's swrod hit it's target, and Raven dropped her sword, yelling in pain and holding her hand close to her. Her eyes flickered red, and then stayed red. She looked up slowly at Val Keshra without fear, her eyes glowing. Magic seeped around her into a black aura.

Val Keshra glared at Raven. She's like Shadow when I first fought her. A powerful wave of magic is gathering up in her, and there seems to be magic all around her. I better keep on guard.
Val keshra jumped away, and put his two blades up front, blocking his head and his stomach. He crouched, to block any attack below.
Ahrach took another step. He thought a while. Would he be attacked if he interfered in the battle? Would he be wounded? Most probably, as both of them seem very strong, and do not weaken their attacks.

Raven outstretched one hand, the aura extending into a projectile stream of black magic, aimed at Val Keshra. The demoness didn't care about not killing her opponent anymore, and had taken off the non-lethal restrictions on her magic.

Val Keshra lunged forwards, but did not advance one centimeter. He concentarted his telekinesis on the central point of the projectile, trying to deviate it's force by flicking it sideways. He knew that he maybe had less experience in battle, but more in mind games.

Raven fired from her other hand as well, curving the stream of magic to hit Val Keshra from behind. She kept the other one going, but her human side wasn't so sure how much longer it could keep up with this battle.

Val Keshra noticed the back attack, and flipped away, still concentrating on the last projectile, then letting it go as he landed, making it spin around him once, then heaving it at Raven again. He then heaved himself at Raven, blades at the ready, aiming for the body itself.

Raven cast a shield around herself, fending off the attacks. She knew that the fight was starting to get out of hand, and that she had better make a very descive move soon.

Kaera was standing next to Shadow. She didn't know Raven well, but she didn't want Raven to die. She knes that Val Keshra wouldn't kill Raven; she didn't know for the opposite.
Ahrach glanced at the two fighters. If he intervened, he would probably die because of the very fast attacks. They were very trained indeed, and Ahrach didn't think that any of the two would stop. He took another step, and noticed he had now crossed the limits of the battlefield, as he saw a slash from Val Keshra's blade at this point of the ground. He gulped, then looked forwards.
Val Keshra sprung backwards, crouching into a defense position. As long as that shield stood, he couldn't do anything. I'll have to make her waste her energy.

Raven let her shield down, knowing that keeping it up would cost her too much. She unsheathed her sword again, and charged at Val Keshra.

Val Keshra glared. A frontal attack? How pitiful.
Val Keshra scooted sideways, one blade portecting his back, the other, ready to attack. He hauled the blade at Raven, jumping slightly with his legs to push down harder onto his attack, and to recuperate faster if his attack was blocked.

Raven just wanted to finish the fight. All thoughts of defense were thrown out of the wondow as she rained blows on her opponent, using random strikes.

What is she doing? Is she that deteermined to lose?
Val Keshra blocked the blows easily, going backwards each time, but only slightly. He noticed an unblocked point in Raven's attacks, and he hauled his blade onto that target.

Raven yelled out as the blade cut into her side. She gripped her own sword, teeth gritted as she tried not to think about the pain. She aimed for the neck with her sword again, and then at the legs.

Val Keshra dodged the blow at the neck, but got his hopes up a little bit too far. He didn't notice the attack below. The sword cut at his right leg, and he fell to the side. Blood spilled from the open wound. Val Keshra used his telekinesis to stabilize himself, and backflipped through the air, and prepared a crouched defence position. His eyes squinched as he landed.

Raven started with his random attacks again, trying to end the fight. Neck, heard, arms, stomach, legs, any possible target, she took.

Val Keshra now dodged the attacks instead of blocking them, only blocking the ones he couldn't dodge. He tried to see a pattern in Raven's attacks, but nothing did. She was experimented, and random attacks were the worst enemy for any swordsman.

Raven started to aim more for the vinerable spots, trying to wear down her opponent. Shadow struggled against Meran again, but the knife tightened against her throat, cutting her resistance short.

She's trying to find my weak points, Val Keshra thought, blocking the attacks, at least she hasn't found it yet.
Val Keshra jumped backwards, his leg aching, and sprung off his arms, coiling his blades onto his body for protection against Raven's attacks. He landed, and suinched a little as he did. He went into a protection position. He glanced at Ahrach's scythe, which he's been tugging at little by little for about five minutes now.
Just a little more...

Raven kept up her attacks, taking any possible weak spot she could in a vague attempt to bring her opponent down. Beads of sweat were wtaring to drip down her forehead.

Val Keshra backflipped to another point of the arena. If she comes... She'll be trapped.
Ahrach's scythe started shaking. Ahrach noticed, always looking at it with one eye. He glared at Val Keshra. Val Keshra ain't going to use his weapon! Ahrach started walking towards his weapon, like if nothing was.

Raven's leg pained her from an injury obtained earlier on in the fight. It trembled beneath her as she stood, but she knew that she had to fight on. She ran towards Val Keshra again, sword at the ready. Now she didn't even care if she lost the battle.

Val Keshra opened his eyes wide as Raven went on the exact location he wanted to. Ahrach's scythe began moving fiercly, and Ahrach took a grip on it. The scythe unplanted itself from the ground, and hurled itself at Raven. Ahrach still clinging onto it. It was aiming at Raven's back.
Val Keshra heaved himself off the ground, blades at front. With her injured leg, she won't be able to dodge this.
Val Keshra noticed only a little too late that Ahrach was on the scythe.
Ahrach pulled himself next to his scythe as it soared through the ground. It was going to hit Raven. Only a few more meters now. He pulled himself at the tip of his scythe, hands forwards.
Ahrach stood on his scythe like a surfboard. he stabilized himself quickly by partly transforming his arms into the wings of an eagle's, increasing his stability. He caught Raven, by the collar of her shirt, and heaved her sideways, still clinging onto her. He pushed fiercly onto the close side of the scythe, making the point dig itself into the earth, thus using the scythe as a catapult. Ahrach and Raven were hurled just over Val Keshra's attack. Ahrach turned himself in the air under Raven, and landed on the ground first, stopping when they both hit a tree. His arms loosened slightly, as they did so, and he coughed as he transformed his arms back to a human's.
Val Keshra glared at Ahrach. What does this puny being think he's doing?!? You do not intervene in the middle of a battle!
Val keshra started walking towards Ahrach and Raven, blades at the ready. If he helped her, he must be on their side. I'll bring them both down.

Raven tore herself away from Ahrach, charging towards Val Keshra again, picking up the sword she had dropped. Her leg felt like it was on fire. She knew that if she ever got out of this battle alive, thenher already permanent limp would be worse.