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Elaria stood, and the sword went into her side, and came out right through the other side. She couldn't be damaged. "You'll have to try harder," Elaria told him.

(I'm guessing because it's ice? Just want to make sure.)

(Yep!)

(okay!)

"Then I shall try something different." He quickly made a fireball in his hand, and shot it into her stomach, knocking her back against a tree.

"Agh," Elaria said softly, before pulling herself up.

He was relentless. He shot fireball after fireball at her, always dead on. Wes tried to attack him, but he was easily stopped.

Elaria was tired out. She shook her head, closing her eyes.

(I can't really think of anything...could you post a little more? )

(Yep!)
Elaria watched Taye. She knew he had used too much energy. His movements became sluggish, his face contorted with pain. "Made your last fire, Taye?" Elaria asked.

"Not even close." He made a ball of fire, bigger then the others, in his hand. He aimed it at Elaria's face, and threw it.

Elaria jumped up, adrenaline racing through her body. She leaped at Taye with an ice sword, ready to strike.

He dodged it. He was behind her in a second. He kicked her in the back, making her fall forward.

Elaira yelped. He had his foot on her back triumphantly.
Elaria glared at the dirt in front of her.

(I think I'm going to switch the POV.)

I watched as Elaria fell forward. Taye put his foot on her back, then pressed down quite hard.

(fine with me!)

"Agh!" Elaria yelled. "Taye," she growled. "Waht do you want?"

Taye bent down, still pressing harder. He put his mouth right next to Elaria's ear.

"All I want, is to see you suffer, my dear."

He took out his dagger. He made a slice on the back of Elaria's neck.

Elaria closed her eyes, bracing herself.

I couldn't take it anymore. I could baerly move, but I had to help Elaria. He made a cut on her cheek. I saw the blood, and I knew I had to save her. I got a sudden burst of energy. I ran at him, then tackled him off of Elaria.

Elaria pulled herself up sluggishly. Her head ached, and then felt warm liquid dripping off her face. Blood.

He made a cut on my face, but I didn't care. He didn't seem very good in close combat. I punched him in the face, then in the stomach. Then, he did something I hadn't expected. He threw his dagger at Elaria. She hadn't been paying attention, and was still a little weak. It went straight into her leg, and I heard her grunt in pain.

"You'll pay for that!" I yelled, then punched him in the face again. I guess I was stronger then I thought, because I knocked him out. I ran over to Elaria, who was tring to pull out the dagger.

(Elaria's POV) I winced as I tenderly touched the dagger, looking over at Wes. I stared at him.

I saw some tears well up in her eyes. I knew it wasn't because of the pain. It was because of her brother.

"I-I'm so sorry Elaria."

I screamed at him. "No, you're not sorry!" I yelled. "You don't even care!"

I really was sorry.

"Yes I am, Elaria. I didn't like him very much, but a human is a human. I don't think anyone should be happy at someone dieing>"

I shook my head. "You never even knew him"