[Amanaduial the archer]

As Azruk went left the tent Aman took advantage of the distraction. She yells the first word that came into her head at the dark sorceress.
"Pelekta yassen runya!"A stream of fire shoots out of her hand towards Thrakatburz. Thrakatburz, caught unaware, ducks as it shoots over her head, and responds with a complete wave of flame. "You see Amanaduial!"She shouts as Aman hastily counters the flames."Anything you can do, I can excel you at!"She laughs wildly, tossing her hair back. The she watches through the flames with interest the changes coming on her opponent.
Amans eyes have gone entirely black, but shine with silver light set in her now completely white face. Her red hair swishes about her shoulders like living flame. She held up her good hand in a sort of bowl and the spirits she was summoning flowed around it with a silver aura. Thrakatburz smiled darkly.
"Now this is more like it..."she said to herself as she prepared herself...