'Ignition.' A bullet of fire fizzled through the air, blocked by a massive pile of stones shaped like a shield. Mona danced around the arena, erecting stone pillars to create points of cover that Priscilla could not get past. Each attempt at a long jump was met with a fiery bullet from Priscilla's finger, and each attempt to block was met with an overwhelming amount of power. But just how long could Mona's struggle hold up?
In truth, Mona was stalling. As a veteran witch she understood the weaknesses of certain magic types and the strengths of others. But...even so, she was completely outclassed in terms of fire power and destruction capabilities, each dodge meant her life was spared for another moment. Priscilla was clearly not pulling any punches, but she still seemed hesitant about already ending it. In truth, if she so desired, a simple slash of her blade could cut through the defences Mona had built, and a second one would seal the fight.
