Zone B -- Forest

[Illidan Stormrage]

A flash of light absorbed Gildarts as they faced the fairy. The mage cried out, his voice muffled, and as the light retreated, he was no longer there. Neither was his coveted chainsaw.
 
"What is this?" Illidan frowned. "Is Karl Jak attempting to alter the outcome of this fight?" He clicked his fingers, and his warglaives materialised in his hands. "Not that missing the mage will handicap us in any way."
 
"I almost feel bad for her," Dust said, smirking. "Not much sport when she's outnumbered."
 
"Don't get cocky," the kaldorei retorted. "She might be a brazen child with wings, but this is a death tournament. She didn't end up on this island by wandering off from her mother."
 
Dust nodded. His nails blackened and stretched out from his fingers. "Right."
 
"Are you two finished babbling?" the fairy girl mocked. "Are you scared that the strongest fairy will be too challenging for you?"
 
That was all Illidan needed.
 
"Stay here, human," the night elf said. "Let me show you how a warrior fights."
 
He burst forward, bare feet pounding the grass. Her eyes widened at the night elf's approach, apparently unprepared for his speed. Illidan grimaced and slashed out with his warglaives, defining a red, oozing line over the fairy's arm as she dodged, the steel's bite merely gnashing her flesh.
 
She's quick, Illidan thought. Maybe quicker than me. I doubt I'll have another chance to catch her off guard with my speed.
 
"Ha! Is that all you've got?" the fairy mocked, ignoring the bleeding cut. "This is going to be easy!"
 
Demonstrating Illidan's deduction, her wings fanned the air and she darted away. In her hands she congealed two long, sinister icicles and grinned wickedly.
 
"How do you like this?"
 
Thrusting her hands out, she launched the icy projectiles at the night elf, cold vapour trailing in their wake. Illidan judged their speed, coiling his muscles as they raced towards him, yearning for his blood. He ducked and slashed upwards, shattering the first icicle into a myriad of twinkling shards. The second screamed for his throat, but he ducked in time, feeling the chilly aura of the projectile run freezing fingers down his scalp.
 
His magical sense crept over the earth, but the ice-conjuring fairy wasn't where he expected her to be. Two pale blue streaks registered in the corner of his vision, and he knew what was approaching.
 
Illidan pushed off the ground and backflipped over the first sneaky icicle. The second, however, had been aimed to predict his dodge, and it splintered hard against his side. The night elf lost control of his inertia, thrown by the force of the explosion, and slammed into the ground on hands and knees.
 
The fairy zipped around the battlefield. Chilly mist crept from between her fingers as she kept mobile, changing direction on a dime and a whim, it seemed; Illidan couldn't track a pattern. She laughed, fully pleased with her antics, as the night elf noticed the burning cold pain radiating from his hip. The injury wouldn't slow him in the slightest, but if enough of those icicles hit him in the right places, the battle could become much harder to win.
 
Illidan sent a questing gaze for the human on his side, but found him absent. Perhaps he had taken his command to sit still badly and abandoned him? He snarled. Not unexpected for a human.
 
"Are you ready to keep this fight going?" the fairy shouted, firing another salvo of chilly needles. "Don't tell me you're done!"
 
Both icicles exploded into irregular chunks as Illidan scattered them to pieces with his warglaives. "This fight has barely begun, you wretch!"
 
A rustle of a nearby tree caught the demon hunter's attention.
 
"I hope you can roll with the punches," he whispered under his breath.
 
The fairy's velocity combined with her unusual movements made his calculations mere guesses at best, but it would serve his purpose. Illidan hurled his warglaives one after another at his foe, the blades spinning horizontally like buzz saws. A green orb glinted between his hands, and he fired it at the tree he noticed moments earlier. A satisfying verdant pulse ran over the bark, and Illidan tightened the invisible bonds that ran over it.
 
He shot a gaze at the fairy. She saw the spinning blades and expertly avoided them as they clattered to the dirt. She returned fire with another pair of icicles. Perfect.
 
With a roar, Illidan tore the tree from the soil. It hovered in the air and sailed forward like a cannonball as he ripped his hand forward. The icicles stabbed into the wide trunk as its great mass threw a shadow over the sprite.
 
Within the branches, Dust watched, waiting for the moment to spring.

796 words.
Dust readied A Pup's Claw.
Illidan slashed Cirno's arm with Twin Blades of Azzinoth.
Cirno hit Illidan in the side/hip with an Icicle Attack.
Illidan uprooted a tree with Confine and hurled the tree at Cirno with Dust hitching a ride in the canopy (the tree hasn't landed yet, that's up for Cirno to decide).