[NintendoGod]

OoC: Monday? Bah. And here I was taking the day off...

Lucius hit the ground hard, tendrils of energy crackling down his profile as he slowly rose on both hands. He had broken at least a ribs from the fall, though he had managed to brace himself before he hit. As he lay there, he began collecting energy from the land around him, purging the electricity from his form and into the ground below him. In it's place, he drew in coolness. His body slowly became colder and colder as he channeled, closing his eyes as he pulled in every scrap of energy he could find...

Scythe slowly walked towards his fallen opponent; he lay still, barely moving, seeming unwilling to rise. However, as he got closer, he could see something interesting. Ice was slowly forming over Lucius' form, encasing him at first with a thin sheet, then slowly spreading around him, coating the ground at a rapid pace. As if instantaneous, the air around him dropped several degrees, the grass solidifying as ice began to coat EVERYTHING. Scythe grunted in annoyance as he stepped back, ripping his boots from the ice that began to encase them. No snow was falling, yet the entire area was almost like a blizzard had hit. He turned back towards Lucius, who now was deep within a very thick block of pure ice. And despite the fact that it was harder to walk, he couldn't find any danger from this attack. He chuckled a bit as he started to walk towards the frozen form...

Then a gust of wind slammed into him. It wasn't just a chilly breeze, it literally slammed into him, lifting him into the air a good 15 feet and slamming him down into the ice, harder than even Lucius' fall had been, cratering the ice beneath him. As he tried to grasp onto the slippery ground beneath him, he was lifted up again. But as he rose, the entire upper layer of the ice flaked off, frozen daggers and glassine rocks, some ground into snow and tossed into the air. The wind almost had a mind of it's own, orchestrating the entire scene within the odd, blue haze of Lucius' potent magic. Scythe gripped his blade, beginning to channel another spell; a bolt of lightning seared down towards his frozen opponent, ready to fry him yet again... yet when it hit, it seemed to channel harmlessly around the ice, it's magical infusion shrugging it off and moving it aside. As he watched on, he was slammed to the ice again, then lifted up again and slammed down once more. As he choked on his own blood, he was lifted up and tossed down, once more. As he landed again, harder and faster this time, the cyclone of winds around him seemed to encroach, slashing at him over and over again, beating him senseless and rending through clothing and flesh alike, the seemingly weak ice rendered as hard as steel. He felt horribly cold, freezing his skin and cooling his blood, and he nearly fell unconcious. Then, as the winds started to slow, he saw the ground coming up fast. He hit hard, a wet slap on the ground as his bleeding form hit and bounced once, rolling over onto his back. He was still concious and could see the ice above him; in less than a second, the water melted and reformed, the shards of ice transforming into a single large chunk, almost like an icicle, which proceeded towards Scythe, intent on impaling him to the ground...