'Her' clothes, fitting only loosely were flattering in the imposing reddish wind, her skin starting to prickle 'her' slightly as the poison Kome was so proud of entered 'her' body, 'her' mind simply looking at the bloody torrents, the people struggling, those that had already been defeated, the many that had been taken upwards, their bodies all pale, quivering, their eyes hollow and grey, blinded and as good as dead had it been just slightly longer.
'She' smiled even wider as her right hand, the wand in hand, stretching outward like the longest finger one would ever see, the black metal shining, grabbing a scribe that had been attempting to fight Kome previously, a weak one, dressed in a cloak seemingly black as shadows, useful for hiding in the open, but not useful enough to escape the mana sense as he had been standing just a few dozen feet further away from her that was standing only a dozen feet in front of the seemingly impossible red torrent.
There was a warped scream audible as 'she' threw the man into the red tornado, something slightly changing, Kome seemingly having noticed her presence, not that 'she' minded that in the slightest, it was much more fun fighting that way, when 'she' didn't have to surprise people.
With a smile 'he' pulled the thrown scribe back, hearing warped insults now, curses he dared not repeat, even in the solitude of his own mind, or in the perceived solitude, whatever one chose to describe it with, a smile atop his lips as he readied himself to truly announce his presence, everyone on the battlefield, all that saw him, that being most of those that had previously been fighting Kome, a good dozen or more, feeling surprise and shock at the girl of rather small stature, 5'4, weirdly beautiful, suddenly exploding with power.
Previously Leyk had used a tenth of his power, having been able to retract half of it when he turned and warped to arrive at this clash within an instant, but now he was expanding a fifth, the sand around turning into a kind of miniature explosion as the great amount of mana equivalent to at least four normal scribes, perhaps more affected even the tornado that had previously been seen as immutable, a force of nature conjured by a powerful scribe, quite clearly a masterpiece of itself as it did not waver completely despite flickering slightly at the wave of power.
After a single second the storm widened, the red mist surrounding Leyk, but he didn't mind, he simply collected everything he had, feeling the intent woven with mana he used as often as he could, it still costing quite a bit of stamina and mana, not viable for every attack just yet, calling forth the blessing of his earring, his right ear feeling a slight tingle as he took a step forward, his hands stretched forward, all the fingers apart, using as much force as he could, at least he assumed it would take that much.
I the entire arena there was felt a powerful wind, confusing many of the fighting, halting many of the hiding, dispersing the three remaining transcribes that had mostly survived using invisibility, merely seen as prey to pick up later on, the tornado flickering immensely, pressure coming from everywhere, the winds loosening up and turning into what seemed to be only strings of red blood, flowing in the air as normal string would underwater, dispersing, never to recollect in that form again, though the last part was obviously not entirely correct, and the battle, despite the many around him having fallen and flicked away, Kome still standing due to some skill he most likely wielded, the same as Leyk's steadfast active, not being over.
Instead of seeing Kome the girl, or rather, Leyk, still wearing that annoying appearance he had grown to despise at first and grown to find amicable and live with later on, was met with what seemed to be a tendril of air, whirling around in itself, red as could be, with him unable to send his mana through the densely populated creation, to crash into his body, which would most likely at least result in grave damages if he had not prepared just for something like this.
Calling forth a barrier of red out of seemingly nothing, his red eyes glinting as he began to see through the dark, a skill he had not mastered yet and never truly used for fighting before, one that appeared and vanished as it wanted to, the tendril was blocked, dispersing into red strings all over again, Leyk taking a step forward as he had a moment of leisure, not fast, just steady, the next attack following just for him to repeat it all over again, each impact resulting in him seeing a colourful, though mainly red, display of art in front of his very face, just mere inches away, a proof of how exact he had grown when it came to conjuring such barriers, just as it was a proof to how little he thought of Kome, feeling the need to make it more difficult on himself.
Yet, as he was just a dozen feet away from Kome he felt something change, a needle-like object shooting towards him from the back, far away, where he had not been before, a spear, weak and small, fragile and mostly made of wood, but infused with aura, a skill even most scribes tended to find difficult.
Kome alone stood little to no chance, that was realized by those that had been fighting and hiding before, they realized the threat the person seeming to be a mere little girl posed to them, and many, especially the older men who seemed to feel a bit boisterous about themselves, had chosen to attack her as to help Kome.
It wasn't a bad choice, they simply wanted to battle against the weaker one of the monsters they had seen on here, and as Leyk blocked the spear, sending the invisible force of motion to shatter it in mid-air, just to see the thrower throw another one, infused with aura as well, he grew even more excited than before.
Perhaps it was time for the gloves to be taken off.