Watch Eva's fight.

Eva thrusts her foot forwards, swirls her wand in the air, and speaks the magic words, "Magic Bolt!" As she does, a sparkling projectile of magical energy manifests itself at the tip of her focus, and she thrusts it forwards to fire it out like a bullet. It careens through the air, though at near identical timing, her opponent has the same idea.

A bolt comes from Malakae's wand as well, and they meet in the middle with a vibrant explosion of light. The audience applauds.

This is hardly the end of the fight, however. Eva twirls around--skirt fluttering up--as she steps right into her next spell. This time, crackling energy surrounds her wand and arm as she moves and speaks. She utters, "Chain..." as she continues the incantation. Her spell is taking longer, but it looks like she isn't holding back. It's time for the bigger guns.

"... Lightning!" Eva shouts.

"Ward!" Malakae responds.

The booming bold of electrical energy collides with her opponent's ethereal barrier. Sparkles fly, and the loose energy crackles off to the dirt around her feet. However, the attack vanquishes before the shield runs out. Malakae disperses her warding spell, and this time, the spell fired from her wand is nearly invisible. She shouts the word, "Paralysis!" as a wave of energy slams right into Eva's body.

It doesn't knock her over. However, she freezes up completely. Eva's eyes widen as she realizes she's unable to move.

The dragon steps right up to her--tail wagging back and forth. She grins and licks her tongue across her teeth. "You're going to regret challenging me," she hisses. While her opponent is frozen, she reaches out with one hand and tightly squeezes the very center of her blouse. With a mighty pull, she tears the fabric open down the middle. Eva's shirt opens like a curtain, exposing her large, perky breasts to everybody around.

Then, Malakae grabs her by the head, and throws her to the ground. You look to Rada clenching his fists.

Eva is broken free from the impact. She quickly uses one hand to close up her top and fumble awkwardly to her feet. "You... You bitch!"

"And what are you going to do about it, huh? You snivelling rabb--"

Quickly, Eva casts another spell. The wave that comes out is invisible as well. "Words Escape!"

Nothing happens at first. Even Malakae is confused. But then Eva continues.

"Are you turned on by the idea of being naked in public?" she asks.

Malakae's eyes widen. Her mouth moves to say no, but something explodes out. "Yes. I've always thought about it, but a woman of my stature could never act on something like that or my family's name would be tarnished." She then grabs her mouth with her empty hand and her face lights up.

The audience hushes.

"... is what I would say if I were you!" Lady Vraelion continues. "You exhibitionist. Look at you. Your chest has been exposed! How embarrassing!"

I didn't know she knew that spell. That's what Davella used on me.

"Magic Bolt!" Eva isn't finished. However, it's met with another energy barrier.

"Ward!" Malakae shouts. "And I've had about enough of this..."

The dragon snarls as she takes a deep breath inward. Her eyes spark with ferocity, and smoke begins to billow out from between her teeth. Your eyes widen as a fire ignites within the girl's mouth, and it lashes out at an incredible speed. It's an inferno of flames.

Eva raises her Ward, and it's bathed in fire. It isn't long before the shield shatters under the power of the dragon breath, and Eva tumbles backwards to the edge of the sparring arena's ring. Her body is lightly toasted by the excess heat, and her clothes are scorched. She slowly raises herself back up to her feet, but she doesn't look great. That was a mighty attack that hit her directly.

Lady Vraelion blows smoke from her lips. "How was that? The might of the great House--"

"Sit!" Eva shouts as she swirls forward her wand.

Like a dog, Malakae sits down into the dirt.

Eva immediately hops forwards and plants her shoe directly into her opponent's face.

After having a kick cast into her head, Malakae tumbles onto her back. You get a generous view up her qipao as her knees remain bent. With a grunt, she sits up again, and rubs her face with a piercing gaze. "What was... that spell?" she asks under her breath.

"Ghost Hand!" Eva shouts. A spectral, human hand manifests itself in front of her, and it throws itself at her foe.

Malakae is having none of it. She swats it to the side as she stands, and instead of casting a spell, she thrusts her palm forwards to slam into Eva's stomach.

The wind is knocked from her lungs, and she struggles to keep her torn blouse closed as she stumbles backwards. However, she continues staring directly back, and she isn't casting another spell. You're not sure what she's planning. But then you see the hand moving around behind her foe--forgotten about. It shifts between the dragon's legs, and it gets something beneath her dress.

"Huh?!" Malakae says as she turns. The hand yanks her panties down to her knees.

While she's distracted, Eva throws a Magic Bolt forwards. It slams right into her opponent's stomach, causing her to fly backwards and nearly land outside of the ring. Meanwhile, her panties come clean off, and now remain floating in the grip of the spectral hand in the middle of the arena.

Lady Vraelion stands flushed. She pushes down the front of her qipao with one hand as she glares back. "Are you a child?!"

Eva sticks out her tongue in response. "How's the breeze?"

She growls. As she jumps forwards, she hurls a Magic Bolt.

Meanwhile, Eva sprints in her direction. She dodges to the side--nimble as a rabbit--and makes her way even closer to her foe. She leaps high into the air, and thrusts out her foot to hopefully make contact with her opponent's stomach and to knock her from the ring. However, a dragoness isn't bested so easily. Her foot is caught, and Eva is tossed to the side to nearly fall out herself.

I guess I've just never seen Eva really fight another mage one-on-one like this, but now that I think about it, we're all around the same level. We've grown stronger together. Would Malakae have gained as much experience staying in the city? Maybe the only thing keeping up with Eva is her draconic blood.

Malakae steps back. Both of them are near the edge, over near Lady Sulta.

"Where did you learn these spells?" the dragon demands.

"Not a wise time to be investigating such a thing," Lady Sulta suddenly speaks up from the side.

Lady Vraelion looks over, and that distraction is all Eva needed. Exhausted, hurt, and low on mana, things need to end soon, and she knows that. With a swing of her wand, two green bands of energy slither around her like serpents. She says the words, "Shared Senses," before one ties itself into a knot around her arm, and the other grabs her opponent's arm as well.

"Another...?" Malakae steps back. "What is this?!"

Eva purses her lips. Lowering her hand from her blouse--allowing her it to slowly drift open again--she brings it down to between her legs. She then does something you definitely didn't expect to see. Through her skirt, she starts to rub herself.

"E-Eva!" Rada blurts out.

"Oh my," Lady Sulta says with a smirk.

Malakae's face lights up red. Her legs shake. As she moves another step back, her free hand darts between her own legs. She inhales sharply through her nose and clenches her teeth, but it doesn't stop one quiet moan from escaping her lips. "I can feel--"

"How about this?!" Eva then drops her wand to the dirt. She reaches up, and pinches both of her own nipples to twist--and hard.

Her opponent screams and covers her chest. "Noo!"

Eva then leaps again. This time, she throws her body directly into Lady Vraelion's body. The air is knocked right out of her, and she soars backwards towards the edge of the ring. On contact with the ground, the green bands shatter into sparkling dust, and Eva remains standing... inside the ring, unlike her opponent. Malakae is on her back and halfway out.

It's over.