Part 3

"Garet, c'mon, you can pull through this," Mia whispered. Garet as still alive, it was true, but only barely. She placed her hand over the wound and cast Pure Ply.
The wound closed under the blue, healing light. Garet's eyes flickered open, and he stared into her own sleepily. "'Lo, Mia."
"Oh, you're okay," she started crying. "I thought you were going to die...I really did..."
"Shh," he sat up, brushing her tears away. "I'm alright."
"Oh, how touching," Arienne said sarcastically. "It's making me sick!"
"Stay away from them!"
Mia was shocked. Isaac was one of the strongest Adepts she knew, and he was losing. He had only been fighting Arienne for a couple of minutes at the most, and already he was bleeding freely, and looked exhausted. But he held up his sword, and pointed it at Arienne's heart. She hadn't even broken a sweat.
"Hey, where'd she come from?" Garet asked.
"That's Kraden," Mia replied.
"Ha ha, real funny, Mia."
"No, I'm serious..."
"No one tells me what to do," Arienne smiled cruelly, using her own sword to knock Isaac's Gaia Blade from his hands. It arced overhead, glinting briefly in the wintery sunlight, before being lost in a snowdrift several yards away.
"No!" Mia used the staff Ivan had given her as a focal point for her Psynergy, and cast Ice Missil. Arienne spun quickly and used fiery blast, melting the ice before it even got close.
"Oh, let's fight fire with fire, shall we?" Garet rose to his feet, wavered, and fell back to one knee.
"No, Garet!" Mia tried to keep him down. "You're too weak! You lost far too much blood!"
"It doesn't matter what element you are," Arienne informed them. "Because I control them all."
She smiled again, and cast Spark Plasma.

Part 4