Kuiji vs. Jen Fury

                "Dammit! How could I lose her again!" He could smell the unsettling smell of the wet soil and decay that was a graveyard. From out of the shadow's he saw some light and turned. He saw five orbs rotating around her shoulder length hair, her white sleeveless jacket covering her one piece that went from her breasts down to her knees where now tinted red as well as the rest of her, what seemed like an electric current emmanating around her. The limited amount of light hitting gave her a partial, eerie red glow, which made even eerier as the lightning shifted around her body and different parts where lit at diferent intervals. The spheres flew from her head down past her hand , each one hit their mark. Each time an orb hit his steel chain mail, which was decorated by brown leather with gold color lining where he needed to be able to move, it reverberated from each hit and a sharp sting traveled through his body where they penetrated. He did not even flinch from the pain. He had long ago mastered the ability to take damage.
                After the attack she seemed to blur from one spot to the next until he lost her again among the shadows and graves. This was not going well, he couldn't take this punishment all night. He needed to do something. He remembered Aesop, and the lessons he taught him as a young Knight as he prepared to strike back. He got his trusted Bastard sword and concentrated. He could see time slow as adrenaline pumped through him, and then he saw it. She was getting ready to throw more spheres at him when he felt strength growing in his legs and before she could get her aim he was right next to her. His first sword hit slid right past her as she moved to the side, her hand flew back, still reeling from his missed attack he saw his opportunity. She threw her hand forward, he aimed his sword at her. Her hand struck his side as a sphere flew from where it was circling and splashed on his armor while the hilt of his blade struck her forehead.
                The woman started bleeding profusely as the energy splashed across his armor and was absorbed by it. It all gathered back into a pinprick of ever brightening light, and then exploded through his armor, end to end. He continued his charge unflinchingly, he could not afford to lose, he drew back his sword, for a split second it glowed, and then swung it at her while she was still reeling from her previous blow. Six streaks flew from his blade to form a glowing, sloppy diamond shape with it's lines begining far outside of the shape in front of him with lines slashing across the top and bottom of it. She was pushed back, and while he still had the advantage he felt the strength coming back in his legs as he prepared for another forward rush and once again he found himself right beside her, this time his blade hit the target. Again, he swung his sword back, and again a split second glow with slashes forming a sloppy daimond shape with lines going across the top and bottom as he slashed forward. Again she flew backwards, only this time she fell to the floor, and showed no sign of getting up. He had won, and he watched as her remaining orbs disbersed, red tint faded and the bolts of electricity that danced around her absorbed back into the ground.
                He looked up and thanked the faceless moon he could not see through the dark black clouds for his victory. He then approached the limp body in front of him and stated, "I am Kuiji, second in command and Lord Knight of the Zealous Apastulate tribe, second only to Gryffin, and the world shall soon know the name I fight for!" He then walked away, and started to hack and cough as blood began to spurt from his mouth as he began to feel the effects from the battle. He'd seen worse though, he would live to fight another day, he could not say the same for his opponent though, and with that he continued his mission.

                She had seen the whole conflict between the Knight and the Monk, her purple robes concealed her against the night. She walked up to the Monks corpse and looked down on her in pity. The wind started to stir around her, and then she lifted her hands and directed the wind to the body and then folded her hands to say the traditional prayer taught to her by the nun Linus back at her old monastary. An angel appeared above the dead monk and flew upwards, lifting her body up with her. The air that rushed forward rushed into her lungs and she breathed the breath of life once more, and as she opened her eyes the priestess ended her prayer and the angel faded.