[h1][center][color=gray]Moros Vorsickle[/color][/center][/h1]
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Moros was stopped short by the wall of flame but Lefay was undeterred, recklessly charging through it, the only visible effect the brief exposure had on her was to remove her colors and cause an outer layer of silver material to began dripping off from the heat.  A malicious grin appeared on Lefay's face and hurled a heavy orb of the heated metal at Farrah before turning to deal with the spirit. Pesky flying thing it was. She was able to avoid the fireballs with relative ease by simply hurling her mass in a given direction, her unique form allowing her to do so further and without the recovery time a human would suffer. For means of counter attack once again small orbs of metal were hurled at the flying creature, in addition Lefay's evasive maneuvers took her into the landing spots of any missed metal shots, allowing her to regain her mass. Meanwhile Moros, having waited for the fire to die down, now saw his opponent fully armed and Lefay had taken the initiative, as she usually did, dealing with her spirit. How bothersome, hopefully Lefay could take down that spirit or Moros would be helpless to fight it. Still, managing with what he could, Moros moved to engage Farrah. His basic plan was to block a hit on his staff, wrap it around the blade, and use his greater strength to yank it out of her grasp. If such an opportunity didn't present itself it would be a simple game of "swing at stuff until it breaks". A polite smile remained on his face and he found himself thinking, [i]well this isn't so bad, yet.[/i]