[Sadrain]

November 30th, Chicago; Base. 12pm.

Elek had predicted his attack would turn the other way around, but he had managed to 'score' or 'prove' a point, with bringing her to knee. Man knew her arm had been hurt and now, the real fight would start. This was just the preparations and partial show off. Which had been unsurprisingly effective. The crowed had doubled or tripled and he could swear some people were betting. Some were rather confident of his skills - more than he was, but it could be because he knew just what he was fighting with.

With low growl, he slowed down the push back and spun out of her reach again, as Eve came back fiercely. Elek debated, for brief second, using his powers, or some other underhanded method, but decided against it. The anger was slowly paired with spirit of competition, or its twisted twin brother. Anger only fueled it, but he was not to the point he would go under his standards and sink low. That wasn't what he wanted to show the camp, too.

A well aimed kick to her knee most likely made her leg buckle and the other leg received the same treatment, only at ankle. Knee went to her stomach, rather heavily, as the air around them seemed to buzz, sing even. Energy field from concentration and using his powers was slowly becoming visible, taking a form. Emotions that he was full with now only brought it out further.