The scene on the lake's surface seemed like a scene from an old samurai film. Two powerful beings. facing off against each other in a duel of epic proportions. It was clear that neither of them was surprised by the fact that their opening volleys had little to no effect what so ever; That had merely been a strike to test of the others abilities and gauge their strengths and possible weaknesses. 

"I'm sorry, who did you say you were? I couldn't hear you over all the screaming." Torrential asked with a completely straight face, his tone of force betraying a level of cocky arrogance that wasn't there before. 

The only response that Torrental's statement had any effect at all was the fact that one of the mare's eyes had started to twitch. "[b]Cocky little ailcorn, aren't ya?[/b]"

Torrential couldn't help but chuckle mirthlessly as a shallow grin appeared on his face. "Better to be a small ailcorn then the broken shade of a mare." The chuckle was cut short as the Ailcorn of storms was forced to duck in order to avoid a yellow blur that sped through the air where his head had been a moment before. While the exact object itself was unconfirmed, it struck one of the sickened tress around the lake with some force, reveling itself to be a rubber chicken... that had a very sharp knife somehow implanted within it, helping to stick it to the tree by piercing its side. 

"Going to have to try better then that."

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The sound of a pony's voice was enough to get the two undead archers to turn back towards the plant life around their lake once more. Cocking their bows, they started to sweep the area looking for the source of the disturbance while sticking together.Safety in numbers after all.