"Why on earth would I wanna fight?" Bree demanded.
"Oh, come on," Argit cried, "I'm so bored. Being the fourth strongest Demon lord is so dull,"
"My Appraisal said your third,"
"Oh God Dammit," Argit sounded sincerely pissed at the news, "This is what I'm talking about; there's no way for me to know because no one can be bothered to fight their own battles anymore; they just have their minions fight for them, I bet that's why Trish went down from third to fourth. At this rate, I'm going to become the top dog, and then nothing will be fun. I just wanna have a nice fight occasionally, you know." Bree was unsure what to do with all the information being thrown at her.
"Please?" Argit begged. "I can tell from your eyes you could fight me to a standstill, maybe even beat me. If you win, I'll…" Argit thought momentarily before hitting his fist and then pointing to her, "I'll let you have my favorite weapon, and if I win, I get…I dunno your cat girl?"
"You are aware that by offering that if I were to accept, I would then have to decimate your entire kingdom, are you not? I'd sooner die than lose any of my dear subordinates,"
"Oh, cocky one, are we?" Argit asked. "But I completely understand the sentiment. I would never let any of my men be taken from me. I could never part with such wonderful eye candy," Argit looked at his men with sparkling eyes. The reaction was, except for Gor, to Pose with great determination and passion for Argit's viewing pleasure.
"Please don't do this in public," Gor begged.
"My personal life isn't big enough to handle all of my love, so the public must experience it with you all; dance with me, boys! Dance the dance of freedom and love!" Argit spun at high speeds on one foot, and Bree laughed as some of the Hobgoblin began doing their own little dances with him.
"Very well, but if you don't want me to destroy everything, you'll have to settle for my staff as a prize. I'm sure you can understand not being willing to sell a precious follower for anything." Zoey looked horrified at the words as Bree held up her prized Jade-tipped staff.
"Mistress," She cried out. "That Staff is your favorite thing in the world; surely it's worth more than me,"
"Never before have such lies been said to me," Bree said as she looked at Zoey with a very serious expression, "Nothing in this world is worth more to me than my followers," Bree pointed to Zoey, "I'd rather die than lose even one of you" Zoey turned red at the statement as Bree turned back to Argit.
"Yes," Argit cried out in glee, reaching into his inventory and pulling out a set of Twin Blades that looked like sword-sized Daggers. Each blade was easily the length of Argits arm from elbow to hand. The blades looked to be carved out of a black gemstone-like substance. "That's the kind of love that inspires your followers. Now fight me, Bree the elf. Fight me like your favorite pointy thing depends on it!"
Bree spun her staff and pointed the Jade tip at Argit while Argit used one of his swords to point at her. In perfect unison, both cried out, "Here is to a good fight. Let us begin!"
Bree and Argit stood in a defensive stance, daring the other to make the first move. His desire for battle was much greater, and Argit gave in as he flipped his swords, holding one facing forward and the other facing behind him as he jumped and spun in the air. His blades hit Bree's, and the force pushed her back.
Bree held her staff before her, put both hands on it, and began spinning it. A volley of wind blades pelted Argit, who easily dodged the onslaught and started closing the gap between himself and Bree.
Argit swung his arms back and threw his Blades at Bree, who jumped out of the way and swung her staff upwards, hitting the heel of Argits boot as he attempted to kick her while airborne.
"Fantastic," Argit cheered. "How about we pick up the pace," Argit kicked off her staff and summoned his swords back to him.
"Men, someone grab Aer and clear out," Argit ordered. And Free the Cat Girl," Gor held his hand, and Zoey's barrier dropped.
"Zoey, it seems our time together has ended," Bree said, now floating in the air, "You're welcome to watch from afar, but you are not to interfere. If you do, I'll have no choice but to surrender my weapon to Argit in defeat,"
"I…I understand, Ma'am," Zoey said before moving at max speed to watch the fight from afar. Argit's men picked up Aer and began clearing out of the battle zone.
"Now then," Argit made sure he had Bree's attention before taking a deep breath and screaming out a torrent of Dark blue flames that engulfed the air above him. Bree dropped and held out her hand. Argit stopped screaming as the ground beneath him began glowing, and he jumped out of the way just in time. The area he had just been erupting into sparkling gold flames in his wake.
"Oh, your fire is gold, how fancy," Argit said with a laugh before throwing one of his swords through the flames; Bree smacked it out of the air and called back to him.
"Yours were a lovely shade of Blue," She turned on the spot and blocked his blade from sticking her as he appeared behind her. She then dropped as the blade she had knocked away shot past where her body had been a moment before.
Bree spun around while holding off Argit's blade and holding up her hand. Argit slammed into the building behind him, narrowly avoiding a bolt of green lightning; it suddenly arched toward him; he spun his blade and redirected the lightning toward the ground. Once the electricity was discharged, Argit took another deep breath and jumped out of the building as it crumbled around him due to Bree's earth magic. He screamed as his body lit up orange, and similar colored lightning shot out of his mouth at Bree like a bullet.
Bree stood her ground and tanked the attack.
"Ah," Argit said with a chuckle. "You have full eclectic immunity, but your dodging my flames suggests that they might have damaged you,"
"Maybe," Bree replied with a smirk. Argit took another deep breath and screamed more dark blue flames when thunder boomed out from above, and rain began pouring down. He stopped screaming and looked up, where Bree was floating with one hand behind her back while she twirled her staff, turning the cloud above her into a funnel and increasing the rainfall. After a moment, she threw her staff down, and the second the blade hit the ground, it began spinning and formed into a water twister.