Qalen responded immediately. With explosive force, he leapt backward and away from the descending torrent of water and landed upon one of the many towering pillars of earth he generated from his initial technique. He didn't waste a second and took his stance once more, a bit taken aback by Kilik's ability to fly.A large glyph manifested before her and from it a deluge of cascading water came barreling down upon Qualen with quite devastating force. Its essence would cover the entire field in a small lake of water that was no more than few feet deep. As she began to decide down two small glyphs manifested under her feet supporting her small frame in the air where she hovered above curious to see how he would handle her response.
"..."
He didn't want to convey or exhibit his confusion.. but the extent of her abilities held Qalen at bay. Her arsenal seemed veritable, despite her obvious predilection to a marine based terrain. Despite evading the pillar of crushing water, Kilik managed to flip the battlefield into something that favored her advantages. The deluge of water wouldn't dissipate until a modest lake obscured the ground from view. He wanted to take a defensive approach.. its what his training suggested he do. But Qalen prided his ability to conduct the tide of battle, no matter who his opponent was. He took note of what she'd shown him-- swordsmenship, dexterity, agility, and an array of water themed spells.
With that in mind, he decided it was time to close the distance. That's where his advantage lied. "Face me.." He taunted, the low timber of his voice the only harbinger of his incoming attack. From atop of his earthen pillar, Qalen bent his knees and catapulted himself toward his target. His black eyes were lengthened into thin, focused slits as his body peeled through the humid air like a bullet. His fist was armed with malice and cocked back at his hip, ready to test the resilience of Kilik's scales with a shattering haymaker.