Bianca flicked her hands, sending a great plume of fire roaring and roiling towards the Huntress. Tri-lac knelt, throwing up her arm in a defensive position, her spear by her side. Her vambrace glowed with a dim red hue, much like the colour of the fire that now engulfed her.
The Herald lowered her arms, allowing the fire to subside. The Huntress was gone, leaving no remains. Satisfied, Bianca calmed down. Her wings retreated, folding up against her back and the fire coating her arms dying down.
Hearing a sound from behind her, Bianca flinched, her senses going back into overdrive.
"Don't count me out just yet." A voice from called behind the young Herald. A sudden pain radiated from Bianca's leg as a solid object made contact and threw her off balance.
Bianca fell, twisting to land on her back, looking up through watery eyes, her fall blurring her vision. She could feel a weight on her chest, a weight that turned into a boot as her vision cleared. Rage began to resurface as she saw Tri-lac standing over her.
Bianca threw her fist towards the Huntress, flame manifesting around it as it arced towards its target. As her arm reached full extension, the flame continued towards its target, aiming for Tri-lac's chest. Another blunt strike hit Bianca's outstretched arm, the Greatspear's shaft hitting the limb and pushing it to the ground. The spear continued its spiral motion and cut the spike of flame in half, dissipating it easily.
"Don't try that again, you aren't experienced enough to take me on," the Huntress stated, her demeanour cold and emotionless. She stepped away from the prone Herald and walked towards Niall, the grip on her spear still tight and ready to act.
Bianca slowly rose to her feet, regaining some of her senses, and looked to the Huntress. The Herald took a deep breath, drew in as much red Mana as she could, and launched a huge fireball towards the unsuspecting Huntress.
Tri-lac suddenly pivoted on the balls of her feet and brought her Greatspear up to meet the fireball, its blade retaining the same red hue as before. She cut a swathe through the centre of the fireball, causing a huge amount of flame to pass by the Huntress harmlessly on either side, dissipating a short distance past her. She stood, standing on the balls of her feet, with her spear behind her, facing the Herald.
"I told you once. Don't make me tell you again." Bianca stood, her breathing heavy, her brow wet with sweat, awestruck by the power of the young woman before her, a woman who could be no more than 3 years her elder. She then fell to her knees, her strength drained from her body.
Tri-lac strode towards the kneeling Herald, her confident strides quickly and easily crossing the distance. She knelt in front of the young woman and placed her hand on Bianca's shoulder.
"You may have a lot to learn, but you have heart." She comforted. "Come on, we have a war to win."
Tri-lac gently grabbed Bianca's arm and lifted the young woman to her feet. The Greatspear fell from her hands and dematerializing, returning to its pocket plane.
"Happy now?" Niall queried, his arms crossed and leaning back against the palace door. Tri-lac nodded, her goofy demeanour returning, her smile wide across her face as she supported the Herald, helping her walk.