The second Miras withered away under the barrage of energies.
Ishtar continued to will her blade into form- summoning the nigh forgotten shards from their resting place- as the woman danced with Held. The golden, rune-inscribed spear being matched well by the woman's blade. As the two continued to spar, the Oni's blade took it's
final shape. The blade she had lost on the battlefield, given by a friend .. a lover. It would not last long, she knew; her shot would need to matter. So hanging back a moment more, the woman appraised the situation, to see what the others were managing and wait for her opening.
Not yet, but she felt it was close.
Her opportunity.
She had been blinded, pinned, and was currently on the flat of her back.
Ishtar reacted in an instant. Her mind reaching out to all those around the woman with a simple warning, "
Behind you."
Muscles bunching in her legs to prepare for the move, the Oni exploded forward cratering the ground underneath her. Her goal was simple, sever the arm that held the blade.
Yet time deemed it not to be.
Before the Oni could close the distance, the woman regained her feet. Her barrier protecting against the Dino School's disciple, yet also allowing Ishtar another to close the distance. Her goal now, however, changed somewhat.
the Ki amplified blade's tip angled for the small of her back, the Oni would impact the woman from behind; and with hope she would succeed in shattering the woman's defenses.