First Stance
Belialthorn and Rota were put together to fight and the first thing he noticed was that in raw physical strength, she was the one leading.
He smiled. That's good, he wanted his partner to be strong after all. They circled each other, eyes taking in weak points.
"I should warn you, I'm fast," Rota said with a grin, eyes sparkling.
"Good." That was the core skill of warriors after all. Belialthorn raised his hand and a formation appeared under his feet, a bright fireball followed above his hand shimmering and making his image flicker.
Rota could feel the heat from her place and it warmed her blood but immediately she covered herself and her weapon in essence of faint yellow, and the heat lessened.
She had never seen a blue fire before but this one she had seen was something strong, something that burned so hot and fast. It would be difficult to get close to Thorn like this. Difficult but not impossible.