[Salone]

Na'lsa dodged back and forth as he tried to close the distance. His timing was off, and a sharp edge of marble cut deep through his arm, yanking it back on a hooked edge. The bone instantly snapped, arm trailing by sinew alone until it broke free from the slab that had severed it. He ignored it while he ran, flesh already contracting and attempting to put itself back together as strands of flesh wove themselves tighter. He shouted above the chaos, trying to gain the attention of his foe.

"For all your talk and all your show, you prove that you can only throw rock, the same thing you were capable of doing ages ago! You have learned nothing!"

He grinned maniacally, bits of stone and debris ripping through him. Gravel assaulted him, jagged edges ripped through the cheeks of his face. A particularly larger chunk caught him across the side, breaking his jaw and taking bits of bone in to the storm that was forming across their makeshift battlefield.

Na'lsa spoke again, his voice coming from nowhere as his form became less and less with each assault of the stone debris.

"You are nothing but old blood waiting to dry!"