Prince Versus Prince

Their movements were so fast that it was hard for Misa's eyes to keep up. Each prince produced energies strong enough to send shock waves over the glass land as if a torrential wind had broken open the dome of this other world. 

Up above, they clashed repeatedly--first one, then the other--like a dance to an incredibly fast paced song.

Prince Ran ducked under the Fae prince's guard, his body crouched at the stomach and his right arm slashing upward across the Fae's exposed neck. It was so fast that his opponent never even had the opportunity to move. Prince Ran's razor-sharp claws, extended outward, drew a stream of blood from the Fae prince's neck.

The thick, red fluid generously coated Prince Ran's fingers and, at once, Prince Ran jumped away from his Fae opponent. As he soared through the air, he licked the blood from his fingers and his eyes were strongly set aglow. The pressure of his fall as he landed in a crouched position on an invisible platform high in the air sent a vibration of shock through the area.

Misa fought down a cheer and quietly pumped her fist instead. It was clear to her that the prince's power had grown twofold, increasing his chances of getting out of this fight alive.

"Ah," said the Fae prince, running his middle finger over the open wound on his neck. The slice closed up as his finger traced over it, the same way a Zip-Loc bag could be zipped closed. "So, this is how you choose to fight me, heathen? Using my own blood against me? Despicable. Weak. Truly representative of your kind." 

The Fae prince looked provocatively at Prince Ran whose expression was ocean calm. He continued, "Now that I think about it, you always did have a stronger disposition to Fae blood than your peers. What is that to you, a strength?" The Fae laughed, "The way I see it, it was always and will always be one of your more pathetic weaknesses."

Prince Ran hummed as if in song and a smirk grew on his face. His yellowish eyes pulsed with vigor, the increase in his power level palpable. "Oh, Prince Von, you poor thing. I'll explain it to you nicely, given our history. 

"I happen to be in your territory. Here, I am at the disadvantage, but you know that. At your level," Prince Ran scrunched the pointer finger and thumb of his left hand together, "you prefer that. To your advantage. Was that how you planned to fight me, insect?"

The elegant Fae prince, Prince Von's, eyes twitched as he smiled at Prince Ran. "Hoo-hoo," he sang, and chuckled a dry laughter devoid of humor, "someone's too confident."

And then he dashed at Prince Ran, producing another of those long icicle spears in his hand. Prince Von launched the spear at Prince Ran's chest who dodged easily out of the way, then followed up immediately with an icy cascade of smaller icicles all pointed at Prince Ran. The attack had the room appear to rain clear blue stalactites, an attack harder for Prince Ran, who was off balance due to his last move, to dodge.

"Ran, watch out!" Misa cried from her place far below. She stood on a clear magenta-streaked platform some hundred feet away from the battle.

Her heart was anxious. She hated the bad feeling she had in her chest. Please. She begged internally.

Misa watched with bated breath Prince Ran snatch his hand across the air as the fearsome funnels of ice came within a hand's reach of him. To Misa's relief, the ice evaporated into nothing just before touching the prince's body.

But two managed to slip through.

Prince Ran was impaled by two of the raggedly shaped icicles. One pierced through his abdomen and the other, his chest.

"No!!" Misa shouted, ready to run ahead and do anything she could to help. I know I'm new at this. I know I'm weak, she thought, but I can do something, right? I need to help him!

Except, her body felt like it had been thrown into a bath of ice, and she shook with severe cold. The strain of it on her body brought her down to her knees and she slapped the clear floor with her palms to catch herself from the fall. Chillingly, a cold mist left her mouth as she breathed, and again, she shook.

I-I-It f-feels like I'm-m the w-w-one who got s-s-stabbed.

Ice-cold burning sensations were spreading across her abdomen and her chest. Misa's mind was in turmoil. She couldn't see Prince Ran as she was now with her knees and hands on the floor, her head hanging down. But she knew instinctively that he was suffering the same effects right now.

I-I'm feeling Prince Ran's p-p-pain, she thought. I... W-We...

It was becoming harder for Misa to concentrate on her thoughts. Her teeth were beginning to chatter against the cold. She willed herself to hold onto her wits and focus her strength on accomplishing what she had inferred was possible. 

Misa held her breath, her body convulsing with the effort. In her mind, she began screaming, Prince Ran! P-Pr-Prince... Prince Ran! With great effort, she tilted her head back to see far ahead of her, up into the air.

Prince Von was pedaling his feet as if riding a unicycle toward where Prince Ran lay. The Fae seemed to be enjoying himself and aloud he said, "It was arrogant of you heathen, to think you could best me with just a splash of my blood to give you strength. You'd have needed to drain me. Ha! Poor thing."

Pr-Prince Ran!! Misa screamed in her mind, sure of her inference. She pooled her energy into the center of her stomach, trying to feel herself growing warmer. Prince Ran!! She screamed more mightily, sure that her mind could connect with the prince. 

Based on all of the things that had happened thus far, what she was trying seemed possible. If only he would, G-Get up! She yelled from within.

GET UP, NOW!