never skip leg day

"A dragon." she repeated, her tone almost that of a purr as the edges of her lips curved in the slightest of smirks. Instinctively grasping at the hilt of her sword, she unsheathed swiftly, fluidly. Shifting her weight to her back foot, she then utilized whatever momentum she had to slice up in a graceful arc to block his attack. For a short moment, she leaned in, her expression portraying no hint of emotion save for a lingering curiosity.

"Fair enough."

Using the power from the block to start her next movement, she pivoted on her back foot, spinning a quarter circle before leaping to her left for a parry. Conforming her body to stay closer to the ground and guarded against his wing attack, she calculated her next possible strike. In a flash of silver against thin air, her sword was brought down again, precision amplified by a quick flick of her wrist as she targeted the middle of his hamstring.

As the temperature dropped significantly once again, Luna a sharp gasp escaped her lips. She watched in amazement as blue flames, so prominent yet so mesmerizing immediately surrounded the other. Should she refuse to use magic, the match would be decided that very instant. Shifting her body into light, she allowed herself a moment to stare at the blaze like a housefly at a light before materializing a few meters away, her posture relaxed and the tip of her sword pointing downwards. Silently, she continued to observe the other, taking note of his newly formed tail. In Luna's understanding, tails could prove disadvantages to the other, throwing off their center of gravity, however, it could also be a viable asset and not something to be taken lightly.

Tightening her grip on the hilt of her sword, she bent her knees, steadying herself before she lept off the ground in a blind charge, her blade leading her movement. Sparing a second to focus on the energy surrounding the two, she then manipulated the light by her side to form three shards which rushed toward him.

From what she could observe, the other had the ability to heal and quickly for that matter. In that case, her rapier was rendered absolutely useless, no better than if it were made of feathers save for the fact it could fend off his strikes. Once again, she felt the temperature drop to an almost painful low. Last time, a fury of flames were unleashed and she was willing to bet this time would be no different. Feeling the light slip through her fingers, she twisted her body and confirmed herself back into light before materializing behind the other a safe distance away.

Quickly steadying herself once more, she brought her hand up in a swift gesture, her palm facing the other's back. In a moment of concentration, she channeled the flow of energy, plucking at her strings of vigor like a seamstress at a loom and weaving them to form a sphere of blinding light that rushed toward the dragon. Should it make contact with a human, they would have breathed their last. Heck, with enough precision, it could collapse any building on earth but Luna had faith Frysta's scales were strong enough to prevent life-threatening injuries.

Her first thought was none other than Dragon big... oh shit... Still unsteady from her previous attack, she found little strength for a swift dodge. Instead, she called upon the light, bending them to her will like a puppeteer with his little marionettes. Almost instantly, a shield of light crystalized in front her, internally reflecting rays of artificial cealing lights to give off it’s own gentle glow. Using the impact from the kick, Luna readily took the attack and boosted herself into the air, performing a quick backflip before landing lightly.

To speak true, she was impressed; the other was undoubtedly powerful and a worthy opponent. It seemed she had drawn the long end of the stick for her first duel. Tongue smoothly rolling over her bottom lip in a moment of concentration, her brows furrowed. The adrenaline of a battle was slowly settling in, seeping into her expression as a determined grin slowly emerged from her impassive gaze. From the safe distance, she wrapped her rapier in crystals of light, sharpening it to the best she could. Shifting into light she then disappeared from view before matarilizing in front of the other. In a sharp jump, she attempted the plunge the sword into his scales, drawing a vertical arc from his torso to neck to draw first blood.