Sandel looked into the room, dark and cold. A chill went down her back with her hand clutching onto her sword, her sharp gaze looked up for any loose string, but there wasn't any. She looked down and saw that there were broken pieces of string littered over the ground, placed sporadically,
"He must have done that when time started."
Sandel took a step into the room and waited for him to catch her in the string, but it didn't happen. Sandel stepped into the room, looking at the end. He didn't stand there, nor did the blood trail from his leg help her. She walked around when a chuckle was heard from around her. Sandel looked to her sides,
"He's fooling with me."
His laugh bounced off the walls, and Sandel stood observing the room around her. Her age caught a string jolted and came to life. Sandel swung her sword, making a slash of light appear in the room. That light showed the room covered in string with a hole in the ceiling. In his shape.
"You are more powerful than before, Sandel. It's spine tingling if i can say,"
His voice squealed in delight as his string surged with light, wrapping around the walls, inching towards her. Sandel moved her sword around her, striking the room around her, cutting the strings,
"Always straight to the point,"
Strings rushed at her, and Sandel swung her sword, breaking them apart. She went to step ahead to cut through some more, but was stopped. She glanced down, seeing her leg snare in strings. A chuckle is heard from beside her. Sandel cut the strings off her and then moved to the walk, cutting into it,
"Nice swing, you've really gotten yourself together,"
"He's trying to get under my skin, making me see red like he always has done."
"On your left, dear one,"
Sandel felt her arm move behind her, and she moved her body, cutting the strings pulling her arm. Sandel's sharp gaze went around the room. It could burn the strings by just her stare. Formoir giggled and said,
"That's what Peter calls you, oww, that sick hearted fool,"
The strings from the walls stretched out, wrapping around above her, making a wall around her with Formoir's excruciating laugh filled it, Sandel held her sword close, scanning across the walls,
"Dosen't that sends a burn around you Sandel, you are his prize pupil, the apple in his eye, his dream,"
The strings lunged at her, Sandel slashed them all away burning them to sunders, The wall start to close in with more strings ripping away from it at her, shes done this before to the gaints below them, wrapping them up before pulling them apart. He talked to Formoir, but it didn't budge.
"You saw everything I've done to them, Formoir, and you still think I'm from then,"
Her body glowed from within the wall, Formoir watched the light burst through his string, and her fire started to burn them away,
"She has her fire to get out of it, a shame,"
He raised his hand making the strings she didn't burn attach to her, Sandel stared up through a burned hole in the ceiling, her burning silver eyes stare thought him and Formoir grinned at her his own gaze having a glow to them, a blue and green glowered down at her,
"Sandel, you might want to get out of there before you burn with my stings,"
He seethed out, stretching his hand, making more strings appear, wrapping around him, preparing for what she may do next. Littering the room in new string, a fash of light hit his face, Formoir grunts touching his wound, hearing Sandel softly whisper,
"I'm I still just his pupil?"
Formoir head shot up, staring at Sandel angrily. She stood before him, and her sword gently placed at his neck, her body glowing,
"He would have killed you by now, Formoir,"
"You're right, Sandel,"
Formoir chuckled letting go of his face showing his wound, a cut went over his eye to his mouth ending at his chin, his grin returned he pointed at her sending his string at her, Sandel stared at his wound numb. This isn't the worst she could do. That is just yet to come.
"He would have killed me there,"
Formoir pushed her sword away lunging at her, his hand reached out with his string clenching onto her, Sandel let him get closer to her trying to rip apart her, Formoir confused still tightening the strings making her bleed on him and her armor, Formoir grabbed onto her throat uttering,
"You aren't like him, Sandel,"
Sandel breathing hindered as Formoir tightened his hold on her, the string clenched around, and she didn't flinch. She wasn't affected but his strength. Formoir grinned, this is his moment to take what they couldn't, her life and the kingdom. All he would have to deal with Peter after words.
"I guess i need to be him to end you. No, I much prefer that it's my way,"
Formoir pulled away at his string, tearing her apart Sandels body, he expected blood but there wasnt her body turned to light landing on the ground below them, a burning fire, Formoirs eyes widen at the site,
"She's engulfing the room,"
Sandels fire consumed the room burring away all his strings, reaching out for him, Formoir jumped up waiting to hovering above the flames, but he fell back onto the ground, Formoir looked at his back to see his back burned with where his wings would be gone.
"He took it,"
Formoir burned in her flame, looking around for her franticly, where she had gone in her flame, hidden from me to let me burn. He snarled, pulled away from some of the fire seething,
"Sandel, I know you're the fire show your form,"
The fire in the middle shift and mold into Her form, her rigid start struck through him. Formoir shook at her gaze baked away from her, Sandel stepped closer to him, asking him,
"I thought you wanted to see me?"
She rushed towards him as a rushing fire thought a desirable landscape. Formoir pulled out his strings, but they burned up before it could reach it. His eyes widen, having a sword cut thought him covered in strength with her virtue. He glared at her form, trying to grab onto her,
"This cut won't stop me, Sandel,"
He pulled his body back together by his string when Sandel cut through him again. This time, she didn't stop, almost leaving him into ribbons, he laid apart on the ground, feeling weak. Formoir tried to pull himself together, hearing her walk to his fallen cut apart body.
"This isn't how this end for me,"
He stretched out his form, grabbing them all, remaking his body. Sandel bolted at him when he stood up, his form towering over her. He let out a heavy breath, feeling whole again looking at Sandel,
"I'm bigger than before?"
Formoir looked over his ripped apart body rebuilt by his power, hes made of his strings where Sandel has cut him, pressing against them it bends and some break, he grunted if he where to kill her, it must be now. Formoir raised his hand to her, then slammed it down,
"Fall Sandel,"
Sandel moved from his hand, staring at him, dodging his other hand, looking over his arm seeing the string attached to his skin,
"He's using the the sting to keep him together,"
Sandel moved from a swip from him slicing up his arm burning the strings on that arm, Formoir shouted in pain having his arm severed off, Sandel ran up to his shoulder to cut off his head but is grabbed by him,
"Clever Light,"
Formoir grins at her squeezing her, Sandel grunted pulling out her arm placing it on his hand, she stared at him, her gaze cover by her hair Formoir took that as her yielding, he chuckled softly closing his eyes seeing what could be,
"So generous, little flame i will not make it quick if that's what you are looking for,"
Pressing against her crushing her body and if Sandel wanted to get out by fire she couldn't, hes using the last of his virtue to stop her, Sandel let out a scream digging her hand into his finger, he grinned at her pain feeling her nails dig into his finger,
"See, just like I've done before,"
He went to squeeze her again when his hand separated, a fire broke out from her sharp weapon. Sandel in air glared at him, breathing heavily. She lifts her sword casting a fire between them, Formoir took a step back, but Sandel threw the fire at him. Formoir looked around for a way to move from the oncoming fire,
"Dammit, she burned it all, i can't move fast enough because of my body,"
Formoir saw the fire before him as it crashed into his body, he screamed, feeling it burn around him worse than it had done before. He moves around franticly, having his vision start to blur.
"Sandel!"
Formoir shouted his eyes, landing on her form as he reached out for her, Sandel saw this, seeing an off memory unfold, Formoir stood in front of her with a glass full of wine, saying,
"Don't say I haven't done anything for you, just don't tell Peter, he still thinks you're too innocent for this when you've drank it before,"
Formoir scoffed, and Sandel took the cup, drinking with him for that small time before Peter found them.
"I away knew affiliating with you was a mistake,"
Sandel stopped, seeing Formoir fall with his strings burning away. His hand reached out for her with his eyes losing it color. Sandel walked towards him with a tear going down her check, looking away from him,
"I sent him down just like he has done to them, what an unusual, circumstance"