Well at least she was enjoying herself. And in a weird way so was he. Sure it was frustrating that he couldn't seem to muster the power to land any hits on her or that he felt his body grow heavier as the magic power started to run dry. But on the other hand his mind was firing off all cylinders, coming up with and discarding plans ranging from ludicrous to brilliant. But it didn't matter. Those ideas might have been useful for another opponent but this battle was already out of his hands.

He was on the defensive though and each step brought him closer to the stage edge. As he struggled to parry the blows he decided to try one last thing. Every time the blade would hit the gauntlets he would focus all of his fire magic there, heating the metal of his gauntlets to it's utmost limit. The plan? To try and melt the blade, grind it down over time providing she didn't decide to end it all in one glorious strike. She had the power to do that. He had no doubts about that.