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[center][h3][i]About to get hit in the face by flying lava. Again.[/i][/h3][/center]
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The twin streams of air that had cut clean through the fire elemental before its change continued onwards - and one immediately plowed into the ground, sending an enormous cloud of dust and shredded grass into the air as though the ground had been struck by a cannonball.

The sudden presence of lava in the middle of the platform halted Brunhilde's charge with a sharp jolt, and her focus wavered. The vacuum bubble collapsed and air rushed back into contact with her body for the first time in several minutes. Refreshing - at least, at first. But the air was hot - very, very hot. Its hand of molten stone crashed into the platform before her, sending shards of broken and burning stones all about. The creature was smarter than she had given it credit for, and it seemed to genuinely believe it had gotten the upper hand. Perhaps it had - for the moment, at least, she thought. Brunhilde's pen flew across the notepad as she scribbled an image of its new form in a split second, only to be interrupted by a ball of magma flying at her face. This was the second time she had had magma thrown in her general direction in the past week, although she couldn't remember the first. This time, however, she was slightly distracted. The magma ball would be impossible to dodge normally.

There was no time to think, and the only thing that would save her from severe injury would also be extremely painful in itself. Brunhilde was thrown backwards hard with a loud [i]crunch[/i], and the magma glob sailed past her face, singeing the ends of several strands of her hair. The second stream of air had swung back around and struck her in the left side, violently flinging her out of harms way. She hit the ground hard and lay there in a crumpled heap for a second to catch her breath.

Between the heat and the cracked ribs, the fight was going poorly for her. When another glob of magma arced over the platform towards her, the surge of heated air warned her of its approach, and she blasted herself back onto her feet in time to watch it splatter where her head had been. There was no easy defense against magma, unlike the fire she had so easily eaten before, and any and all distractions would be potentially deadly. The notepad and pen went sailing off the platform towards Kano and neatly landed at his feet before they were burnt to cinders - and, without the oppressive feel of the pen in her hand and in the midst of combat, she felt not only liberated, but properly [i]alive[/i] for the first time in ages.

A few more blobs of molten stone continued flying across the stone platform, and this time, Brunhilde responded by hammering away at the elemental with spikes of extreme air pressure, each of which was so dense as to appear almost as though it were a shard of ice flying through the air. Each successful impact would blast pieces of stone and globs of lava into the air and off of the platform, only to expose more rapidly cooling lava behind it. She intended to drill through the creature and hammer it into submission - and with its own violent heat and energy, no less. At least, if she could hit it. She was too focused on staying alive to watch whether her own strikes landed.