A Fire Burns

"Well I'm not interested in the wimp, I am interested in you Miss Flame Jenkins, play Janken often? Anyway... Off the subject of Janken, remember your savior Allie Corellaz? Seems Darci let the stupid girl survive or she was protected. Though she'll die, as soon as she fight Darci that is. You see Darci managed to put a fatal wound in the girl in her last fight, it's cursed you know. Darci will gradually kill the girl without lifting a finger against her."

She chuckled, "Oh guess what! I told a big secret, looks like I'll have to kill both of you!" She said with a chuckle taking her cloned staff with a jewel at the head of it out of nowhere. "Time for you both to meet your makers."

"It's nice to be called Flame again, of course that was back then when you were on our side fighting beside me." She said her eyes turning red almost on the verge of blood lust.

"Oh how I miss those eyes Flame, your eyes of blood, shame I'm not fighting this and my clone is." The real Darci said thru the clone's body, then returned back to her resting place in DCA.

The Clone smirked "What a honor to kill my master's old rival."

"Go ahead and sit out... I'll handle her, after all she's just a stupid clone of stupid Darci. What's the challenge?" She lit up her whole body on fire, "Phenoix style Janken!" She rose from the ground in a spin her body transforming into a fire bird known as the phenoix. She only could do this three times in a day for her own body's wellbeing. She knew the clone would be powerful and it wouldn't be just any fight.

The big fire bird soared down towards the clone it's red glowing blood red. Blood lust wasn't settled in, she could only do it twice without turning to blood lust. The flames make a sissor form now. "Looks like you lose..." Phenoix style Janken was a mixture of moves that were unpredictable and changed often.

The Clone wasn't dumb though, her power was illusionary like Darci's except she had some advantages. She created copies of herself all that would disappear with one strike then created a saber with their copies' of the staff as did her's she got lost in the crowd of herself.

Claira wondered what the boy thought of this...

Claira sent fire balls from her hand burning each of the clones gradually. She turned around quickly sensing movement she did so just in time to block an offensive attack of the Clone. She smirked this would prove to be a good fight after all, she wondered if she'd need the kid's help so she didn't go into blood lust. She decided she'd do her best not to, she drew a flaming sword made from nothing else but flames.

She blocked the Clone's attack and sighed. This would be bothersomely long.

The clone attacked with her saber like staff, she smirked with a evil intent. She intended to kill Claira, she didn't care if the boy saw. She couldn't care less about the boy.

They fought for a while each making slashes at the other with their weapons and both giving their powers to fullest. Claira was amazed at this clone's power, she wondered why the clone was so powerful. Little did she know this was actually Darci, Darci was so good at confusing people and making people think things without even saying them. She smirked then slashing her saber at Claira she sent a blast from the top of it sending Claira flying injuring her badly on a spear that just "happened" to be there. Which just "happened" to be in a quicksand pit. She smirked disappearing Claira stuck on the spear bleeding rapidly. The quicksand pulling her down deeper into the sand.

The clone was gone, he was alone with Claira who was bleeding perfusely, her blood was different blood. That of fireblood, it had flames in it the color of blood. She hurt terribly, her body aching immensely. She felt faint, her eyes caught sight of a bird. A mythical bird, the Phineox whether it was real or fake or her imagination she saw it soar towards Dark Crystal Academy which was still off miles away.