Light Em Up- Match 3 {Sheik}

[Naomi Daily]

A few prefects were scattered into the tournament, some because they simply wanted to and others because it was an order. Naomi was a bit of both. An order that she didn’t quite understand where it was coming from, but what could she do? Throw a fit and say no? Hah, that’s a funny joke because Meredith was super scary and there was no way that she was going to oppose Meredith. Even though Meredith could be super sweet and so motherly at times, still super-duper scary. Yet, on the other hand she thought it might be fun to see what the other students are made of and even to see if she could win some fights! Who knew what was going to happen?

All this was running through the young girl’s mind as she stood, waiting for the gates to open. She was bouncing up and down excitedly, barely able to contain her seemingly endless energy. She was bouncing in the same outfit she wore to the gym, a blue sports bra and black shorts. And, of course, neon sneakers because who doesn’t need a pair of bright shoes? They totally lift your mood as you’re running and will probably cause someone to trip their first running trip because it’s a shocker to see those bright things every step you take, but Naomi had long since gotten used to that.

As soon as the doors open her attention snapped to the field ahead of her. It seemed a calm settled in her eyes while her body still dashed forward with excitement. She came to a stop when her eyes rested on her opponent. Someone informed her that her name was Sheik, which was pretty cool since she never heard of a name like that before. Giving a wave, she smiled brightly at him. “So hi! Have fun and a clean match, right? Good luck!” She called as her hands caught on fire. As soon as they called for it to start she launched forward, one arm slashing forward in front of her and launching a crisp wave of flames in his direction.

[Sheik Zephier]

Sheik had spent the morning going through his routine and preparing for the first round of the tournmament. Collecting information. Planning. He refused to simply walk in there empty handed. Especially considering the rules of the game had hugely impacted his strength, without his combat tools he was left severally underhanded as far as offence went. Something he had to find a way to make up for, and fast. He had decided on his old battle garb from when he first arrived on the island. A tan tunic with loose cloth pants and a white head wrap to cover all but his eyes. Each arm was bound tightly with fabric as well leaving nothing of his body unprotected. He had soaked his clothing in a fire retardant mixture earlier in the day after learning of his first opponent. The needed chemicals had been a pain to get, especially trying to find boric acid on this island, but none the less he had accomplished it. Not that it gave him that much of a foot hold in this fight. After all, fabric could be flame retardant, but not flame proof.

As the gate opened he moved into the ring silently. His light brown eyes watching her closely as he prepared himself. It was hard for him to look past the fact that she was a girl and to see her as a fighter. Though he knew full well that could very well be his downfall here. That much was made clear by the swiftness in which she suddenly launched herself forward the moment the battle was called. This was in no way going to be easy.
As she came at him Sheik ducked low to the ground and then kicked into the air, arching his back like a cat to flip over the flames and land beside her. His leg sweeping low at her legs as he rolled away, trying to knock her off balance. His eyes never leaving her flaming fists.

[Naomi Daily]

Watching his movements with a careful eye, Naomi was pleasantly surprised with how agile he was. The way he had avoided the fire was impressive, nearly grace full in the way that he arched his body. There was no way that this was his first go around at fighting. But, at the same time that didn’t say much as many of the students at Ashford were versed in the ways of fighting. It was just the way he pulled it off that made her thing that just maybe, he had different background on the subject matter. Maybe this would be more interesting than she initially thought!

Grinning widely she easily launched herself forward into a front hand spring to avoid the swipe at her legs. As her legs glided through the air a stream of fire followed them, branching out two feet in width. She couldn’t count the number of times that she had done the same thing with Ollipop. Their spars often got fairly intense rather quickly. What could she say? High ranking prefects were bound to let some of their pent up powers out when sparing. Her body moved swiftly and gracefully as she landed carefully on her feet. Keeping the same fluid motions she spun on her toes and was facing Sheik once more.

Not taking a moment she did a combinations of punches, fireballs firing from her clenched fists with each movements. Using the small flames as a distraction, she followed them only seconds after the last one was moving towards him. Once she was in a close enough range she launched herself in the air, using a bit of fire as a booster, and twirled. In a flash her leg was out and aimed for his upper chest to head range. If he didn’t move in time, it would have enough power to at least knock him over. More than enough time for Naomi to continue her attack.

[Sheik Zephier]

Sheik's gaze flashed as she attacked again. His mind automatically filtering the attacks into low, middle, or high damage percentiles. He knew he would have to get hurt in this fight. It was unavoidable with most element manipulators. Fact was, not all injuries had to be the kind to stop him. He ducked low as she approached, his eyes watching her through the fire that was most likely supposed to be a diversion. His years as a guerrilla soldier had taught him enough about sneaky combat strategies that if she thought something like this would help... she was out of luck.

As she came in he ignored the fireballs striking him. A pain flaring along his shoulder were the fire retardant fabric had worn thin from to many attacks. Instead he turned to face the kick and leaned back as it came, throwing up his arms to try and lock them around her leg as he let himself fall with the force. If he got a hold he would then twist on the ground and roll, trying to bring her down with him and slam his heel into her ribs.