The hits to her legs did nothing, not even making her move. She was utilizing her abilities as well and the fight would only get harder. The energy emanating off of him was almost palpable, at least to her, and she knew he was only going to make this harder on himself. However, it didn't seem that he was doing this on purpose...

Eve came back at him with more punches that were faster. She stopped blocking his hits and let them hit her body. she quickly became faster and faster with each blow, practically sucking the life out of the field growing around his body. The anger piled in on her own and her features began to twist. It looked like she was losing herself. More hits that landed on him threatened to break bone and grew stronger. One of them would have to come to their senses or she would start to beat him down to a pulp. Even once this moment crossed one mind, she began to lift a boulder with ease, one laying nearby them, and she threw it in his direction with unrealistic speed.

He had switched from a cone to a cup and had a little plastic spoon sticking out of it. He gave another grin and shrugged, "I like peanut butter." His fingers gripped the spoon and began to stir the sugary goodness. "So, you like this place too?" Just trying to make small talk, he glanced over the interior and then back to her, awaiting an answer.

Elek quickly realized that he was not hurting, but aiding Eve instead. He stopped attacking her, leaped back, to avoid whatever she was going to throw at him. And, indeed, not long after, the woman threw huge boulder his way (that turned out to be more literal than he had predicted). Snarling, he crouched and the energy field around him pushed forwards, clashed with the rock and smashed it into many tiny pieces. After thid dodge, the field became much smaller, just like Elek had planned. His anger was still fueling him, but need to survive (and win) won over. Moving the energy, which he was not used to manipulate with, under his feet, he used to it to propeller him self into air, but did not attack her. Instead, he simply moved quickly to other side of the field. The plan now was to drain the newly consumed energy out of her, tire her. Blocking, dodging and fleeing was his new tactics.

Aiolia, in the mean time, had finished the opponent line, and pushed trough the crowd to first lines. All her body hurt, she could barely move her left arm and leg, but she was upset not because of the pain, but the fact she had been so injured and nearly lost. "I have to get better," the girl thought, but at that moment, boulder flew Elek's way and all other thoughts were wiped from her head. She watched the fighting in horror, her heart freezing with fear. Aiolia wished she could intervene, but knew she had neither the power or right to... Elek wanted to prove something as well and there was no way she would stand in his path.

Leila looked up at him and nodded. She thought about saying "very much", "I love it", but then decided it was unnecessery information he had no reason to know. This was her spot... Maybe if she let Amante know how much she cared for it, he would again tease her or stalk her to here every time. That wasn't something Leila wanted.
"Sit down. You look too big for this place," the girl commented, seemingly out of blue. There was little chance Amante would 'get lost', so why ruin the nice scenery? Indeed, she loved the decorations of this cafe. Most walls were covered in paintings of wintery scenery, there was even pair of polar bear cubs playing. Every season, cafe owners ordered new paintings and the place got a whole new look within a day's time.

Leila got up and ordered her ice cream - cherry 'homemade' with dark chocolate and extra chocolate topping. "It's nice to see you here with a friend, Miss," the shopkeeper smiled at her, as Leila took her ice cream. Her eyes widened in surprise. "You sometime look lonely and sad, Miss, when you sit by that window... I am glad you're not alone anymore." Leila felt frozen for a moment, but then murmured thanks and returned to the table. Her gaze wandered out of the window, slightly clouded, before the girl shook her head lightly and returned to present. Suddenly, the silence felt awkward ("I hope he didn't hear what the shopkeeper said..."). "I never get why people start to prepare and talk about Christmas two months before them."

Obviously not happy that he had shattered the object, she ran for him but found him suddenly missing. Blue eyes watched him go overhead and she glared, sprinting along the ground under him and shooting herself into the air. It wasn't until she got closer to him that she went for a grab, clutching at his clothes and then gripping up at one of his arms. Her body climbed him and she tried to confine him with her limbs, wrapping her arms and legs around him.

The bad news that that he DID hear what the shopkeeper said. But there was good news- he didn't make any motion to confirm this. He just acted like he hadn't and gave her a subtle grin after licking some ice cream off of his mouth. When she sat down across from him, he shrugged, "I guess they just get really excited."

He poked and prodded at his ice cream before taking another bite and chewing on a condensed cluster of peanut butter. He made a sound that said, to anyone, that he fucking loved that ice cream, and then he spoke, "If anything it gives them a distraction from all of the torment, you know?"

Growling low in throat, Elek wrestled with Eve, trying to get her off, until he managed to throw her over him, but the woman didn't let him go, and they both pummeled to ground, where the wrestling continued. She was strong, very strong for a woman, and he was bad at combat this close. It was simply hard to see, from the viewpoint of others, so he was left to rely fully on power of predicting and feeling where she was and what Eve was doing.

Finally, he managed to trap Eve's leg, and grab her wrist, pulling it off of his other arm. Then, with full force he pushed her away, rolling backwards and scrambling up quickly. His chest heaved, but there was ferocious expression - Elek was nowhere near giving up or being defeated. "It's getting interesting, finally," he said in low voice.

"I guess some of them have a reason to get excited..." Leila said quietly, taking a spoonful of ice cream. It melted softly on her tongue, the unique cherry sweetness mixing with bitterness of black chocolate, even if it was tuned down now when in form of ice cream. "Like someone to celebrate with." Her eyes grew thoughtful and distant again and she looked out the window. The snow falling in the window made everything look more beautiful and pure.

Unlike most people, who were fortunate or unfortunate enough, to not remember their childhood, Leila had kept all memories from her childhood, even beyond the time most people would remember. She recalled how they would decorate their Christmas tree - it had been planted when her parents got married and it grew with each year, more beautiful and special - "just like our family" - her mother used to say. It had been such a warm, special time, not because of gifts, but that homily, sweet feeling...

Leila's gaze dropped down to ice cream and she took another bite. That's why week before Christmas had been such a perfect time to attack and destroy them. They had been too careless... "Still, it's also one of the times with highest suicide rate."

The two grappled in the air and struggled before crashing into the dirt below. Each side kicked at the other and scrambled away to regain themselves. She wiped some dirt from her face and looked at him when he spoke, throwing her fists up infront of herself again. Her grin was quick and subtle before she sprinted at him to tackle him down and wail on him.

Her fist came out at him but he dodged her and this continued for a few minutes. The excess he'd fed her earlier, all of that emotional energy, was being released. She didn't even want it in her system and that was rare.

Taking in a breath and releasing the rest of the energy, after 5 minutes of thrusting and dodging, she seemed to be herself again and motioned at him to come at her- to really fight her.

An eyebrow rose and his chewing slowed. "That's where you go when you think about Christmas?" he laughed, heartily, and took another bite of his ice cream before waving his spoon around at the table. "Yeah, I can see why. Everyone around you is bursting with joy and happiness and you have none."

Amante shrugged, "You have to watch everyone with their normal families and their normal lives and wonder why you can't have it." He mulled over the imagery of such happiness and turned his gaze down. "I mean, for those who feel those thoughts taking over them- not the whole world."

It had been tough, to avoid all her attacks, and quench wish to fiercely attack her. For Elek, emotions such as anger were unfamiliar and they felt somewhat alien in him, yet, even harder to control. It was a good training, this battle, not only in tactics, but also in finding some things out. Apparently, the side of him that he had always wanted to ignore and banish, was still alive, just waiting for time to rear its ugly head. Only now it had found other reasons to surface.

When Eve seemed to have returned to normal, Elek nodded, but didn't attack right away. He went few circles around her, then jumped, but not at her, sideways, and only then attacked her, using body weight and power to launch a difficult combo of kicks and punches, among which he attempted to knock her down.

Leila glared at him, when he laughed. But, halfheartedly, she had to admit it sounded quite unfitting for an opinion about Christmas time. Still, it was a fact, and it did say something about the excessive 'family and present time' propaganda that was wrapped around Christmas like second skin, even eating into its spirit.

"I know why I can't have," Leila said a little defiantly and took a bite, then wiped ice cream off the corner of her mouth with napkin. Her brows drew together and Leila now had an angry, hurt expression, with slight pout - the kind a unnecessarily scolded child would have. "But I don't mind them having their merry little Christmas..."

She crossed her arms over her chest to block the majority of the attacks. Elek mnaged to get her on the ground and she started to move up, leaning back on her arms, but before she could get up to her feet, he'd come over her.

With a quirked brow, she stared up at him and grinned. "Feel like a winner?" In one sqift motion, she was able to bring him to his knees. Her foot had jabbed up against his balls, crushing them up into himself.

Eve moved up onto her feet and dusted off her hands, "Remember, grub," She was talking to the people under her training, "Get. A Fucking. Cup. Dismissed."

He could sense the tension coming off of her, from more than one place, and decided to leave it alone. "Well, have you ever done anything for the holiday? Even by yourself, I mean." He wasn't going to tell her his answer to that question as it was distasteful and actually quite embarrassing.

Elek didn't think he had one, no, he was sure Eve would put up a good fight, until one of them was too exhausted, and he was looking forwards that. The man was planning to leap back and dodge, the moment she made any movement, but this time, his prediction skills failed him. Elek didn't expect anything so underhanded from her, he had avoided any such methods, such as grabbing the woman by hair and bashing her head against the ground... However, it seemed she didn't bother with 'etiquette'. "Should've known."

With a loud groan, Elek slumped to his knees, then grit his teeth with force to not moan again in pain. She would be able to finish him off if this was real fight, and the man knew it was his fault. He had lingered in an open position for a bit too long. Aiolia rushed over to him, and her worry, care and sadness washed over him like tsunami. Elek felt a little overwhelmed now, both physically and mentally. "Hey, don't worry 'bout me, we should better get you to hospital to get checked," he told the girl, as she helped him to get up. It did hurt, quite a lot - to say the very least - but there was nothing that would help him.

"I am fine, but..." Elek interrupted Aiolia, giving her a stern look. "You go to hospital. Now. I will check later if you went. In fact, I will follow you in a bit." The girl sighed softly, knowing there was no point in arguing when he was like this. It still amazed Aiolia how he managed to be so careful and thoughtful of others - he would be thinking of other people well being even if he was dying. "You've got to have someone watching over you, don't you," she thought, and started limping towards hospital.

Elek, rather stiffly, walked over to Eve. "If you put up training like this every time I join the group, I guess it's better if I don't come. But... I will be looking forwards to a rematch. It was a good fight, no matter what you say." He smiled faintly at her and then left, in direction of hospital.

Leila felt a little relieved that he didn't ask further. Either out of respect for her privacy and past (which she doubted) or not wanting to get into an argue. However, Amante's question didn't bring much happier thoughts to her. The girl took another spoon of ice cream and grew silent, in thoughts. Various memories went trough her mind, and in half absent minded manner, she shared some of them, although avoiding to mention any place names.

"In early years, there was always a Christmas party at where I resided... I usually went to the big Christmas tree in city's center instead." In fact, few times she had stayed staring at it whole night, until the Mistress came and dragged her home. It was only time she didn't beat her up for wandering away from "Home". Maybe even she felt tiny bit sympathetic... Or just wanted to use that pain, woken up by Christmas, to fuel the little girl's hate.
"Later, I tried decorating Christmas tree for my self, but... I didn't like that. So, I sit home, or wander trough streets in evening, sometime come here. Visit graveyard." As if the last words and memories had snapped her out of some hypnosis, she winced visibly and looked away. "I guess I won't this year."

"What about you?" she asked Amante, but thought wheels were already stirring in her head. If this was her only day outside in December, there was something she had to do...