Whisper rose to her feet, shaking the water from her hair as Aeryn joined her on the island. With him having been the first to violate their conditions of combat, Whisper was herself no longer bound by their agreement and just like that she let her surroundings rush into her mind, filling the void in her senses. Letting her telekinesis map out her surroundings was a talent that came almost second nature to the young psychic, and she quickly noted the same thing Aeryn had. The statue and the flower were here.

It would have been a simple task to simply snatch it away with a tug of her telekinesis but no, she didn't need the flower to win this, and so she simply removed it from the playing field. A slight narrowing of her eyes applied a rapid increase of pressure on the delicate flower, snapping it cleanly before his construct could retrieve it. The damaged flower would be of no use to either of them now.

“Not so fast,” she called.

Widening her stance, she upended her pouch, letting the crystals fall to the ground. The wide assortment of focus crystals contained varying shades of reds, blues, greens, yellow, clear, purples, oranges and black. However, they wouldn't reach the ground at her feet, for as they fell she snatched them up in her telekinetic grasp, drawing them around her to weave and twirl in an elegant display of glittering colors.

As they spun about her form, she began to channel and store energy into a deep red one. It was capable of enhancing emotions, and for the young empath who so greatly relied on such things, it would assist in adding potency and clarity to offensive abilities.

Tutting lightly she readied herself for round two. “How does it feel, to have less honor than a traitorous bitch, and to need to pick magical flowers to beat down a ninety pound woman?” she asked with a smirk before continuing without waiting for a response.

“You could have fooled me, when you said you needed your balls. And on that note, how are they feeling?” she added with a grin.

Even thawing the ice wouldn't have reversed the extensive tissue damage from having his flesh crystallize under the magical effects of her weapon. If anything, thawing it would only mean that he could now feel the tissue damage that would have been inflicted, both externally, and internally. She was frankly, surprised the he could even walk.

As Aeryn threw his arms wide, a single thought crossed Whisper's mind. Act, don't react.

Her first instinct to whatever he was about to do was simply to no longer be where she was. It was a fairly universal logic that kept her on the move when dealing with magic flinging. Unfortunately, she was well experienced with the nature of Aeryn's abilities, and he was thoroughly fond of area attacks which made this approach less than efficient.

So rather than assume evasive measures, she reached for the first malleable substance within reach - the water at her back. Water manipulation was one of her favorite uses for her telekinesis and the water behind her simply erupted upwards into a geyser before engulfing her in a swirling vortex. The rapid current would snare the projectiles right out of the air within the churning waters.

Meanwhile, Whisper shed her physical form as she leaped into motion, straight through the vortex. What emerged from the other side was what appeared to be little more than an ethereal wraith capable of bypassing physical barriers. Weightless and unhindered by the limitations of a corporeal body, she would close the gap between herself and Aeryn in the blink of an eye. However, keeping her watery vortex in motion disrupted Whisper's ability to properly channel her focus crystals, and for the moment, no further energy was stored – though the objects continued to circle her form, following her movements.

As she closed the space between herself and Aeryn, her jaw clenched at his words and her eyes hardened. The sylvis' words had struck a sensitive note, but furthermore, the young empath was picking up on the spike of Aeryn's hostility and ire, which in turn caused a spike in her own emotional state. Channeling the emotions of one as fiery and heated as Aeryn, came with its consequences.

“Then let's finish this,” she all but hissed out.

Catching sight of the flicker in Aeryn's eyes, that phrase filled her head once more. Act, don't react. The time it would take to determine what it was Aeryn was charging for, chances are it would be too late to react to it.

Unhindered in her approach of Aeryn, at the last second before contact would have been made, Whisper simply dropped into a skid, aiming to slide right between his legs while solidifying on the ground behind him.

As she began to retake her corporeal form, Whisper released her hold over the vortex and all of her crystals save the black and red one. The black one she rapidly depleted, taking the single charge of energy stored within it to bolster her defensive abilities. The result would be the rapid manifestation of a telekinetic shield around her form, nearly indiscernible in nature. The crystal would enhance and bolster the shield as if she had taken the time to channel the shield herself.

Whisper herself would rise and pivot as she brought the palm of her right hand forward in an open palmed blow for Aeryn's lower back - or an equivalent area of height, should he turn in time to meet the blow. However, given their respective sizes, the effectiveness of the blow was greatly questionable.

Aeryn's shield would cause Whisper's strike to recoil, though given the purely physical nature of it, the recoil was limited, and certainly not harmful. However, it wasn't from Whisper's hand that the real danger would come.

At the same moment that Aeryn's eye beams scored a solid blow against her own shield, Whisper utilized the time her black crystal had granted her to discharge her red crystal. Depleted the two charges stored within it caused a momentary spike of telekinetic prowess from the young psychic that she poured into her next attack. In a powerful and very abrupt shockwave akin to the snap of a rubber band, a wave of telekinetic force would fluctuate out, not from her hand, but rather, her body. However, on the chance that Aeryn found the means to get his shield lowered in time, simultaneous to releasing her attack, Whisper vaulted backwards in a somersault, so as to clear the ground and the returning path that the shockwave would take.

Low to the ground, the attack would catch Aeryn around the lower legs and with her discharged crystal adding two charges to her own energy, the attack was formidable force to contend with. With the full weight of her raw telekinetic prowess behind it, the shockwave was more than capable of fragmenting the bones in his lower legs and leaving him sprawled on his face on the ground. In addition, given the seemingly close vicinity and seemingly incorporeal nature of the attack, detecting it at such proximity in time to jump clear would be a feat in itself. A scarce two feet had separated the pair and due to discharging her crystal to charge the attack, there was little warning of where and when it would come from.

Furthermore, given her close proximity to Aeryn, and the fact that Aeryn's spikes were still over by the remnants of her vortex, it was likely her attack would conclude first. However to grow complacent was to get ones self killed, and she didn't need to see to pick up on the energy manipulation elsewhere.

Unfortunately, she was depleting her reserves at a faster rate than she would like. And not just her crystals either. She was starting to feel the drain on her internal reserves as well, and the telltale piercing pain behind her eyes that comes with excessive telekinetic use.

With that in mind, her reaction was a purely physical one and upon her feet reaching the ground once more, she prompted dove away to take cover behind the nearby altar. She had only a brief moment to react, due to the delay of withdrawing his spikes from the remnants of her dispersing vortex, but if her attack was successful, in all likelihood it would disrupt Aeryn's control. However, on the chance that it didn't, given Aeryn's raw force style, the altar would hopefully serve to take some of the force behind any incoming attacks, leaving her shield more capable of withstanding any impacts.

And if not, it would take time to redirect an attack around the altar, giving her a moments more time to evade it. In theory. At least that was the intention, before Aeryn simpy merged the spikes into one massive battering ram. By this point though, she was breathing heavily from the sheer intensity of the fight. One slip, one mistake would spell disaster, and keeping her reflexes so tuned to act on the detection of imminent attacks, rather than the attacks themselves, it was exhausting. The human body could only keep this up for so long.

Pinned down and wearying, Whisper shed her physical form once again, this time rolling to her side and straight into the altar. Incorporeal as she was, the solid stone structure would serve as an outer layer of shielding against the imminent projectiles. Though, despite its close proximity, she only just barely made it inside as the energy spears struck the stone with deadly force.

Her weariness was slowing her reflexes down, and she couldn't keep dodging projectiles forever. Nor would the altar dissuade Aeryn for long, not in his heated state. His temper was all but smothering the empath. His choking rage, the fury in his veins... it had her own eyes filled with vengeance and malice. Fortunately, she had years to learn to separate her emotions from those around her, and it was enough to let logic win out over the fiery wrath burning her up.

Taking him head on would just get her killed. She simply couldn't match his raw power anymore than she could match him strength for strength. Finesse and wit were her assets, and she needed to keep her head if she was going to utilize those. The situation was looking dire though as she weighed it out. Aeryn seemed to be displaying little sign of wearying, and Whisper's third match without making use of the restoration chamber was taking its toll. She needed to end this, and she needed to end it fast.

Pushing aside the splitting headache it caused, Whisper utilized the momentary reprieve of the rock altar to begin channeling her black crystal. Depleted from its earlier use, she would at least one charge to utilize it again, and with Aeryn in smash n' bash mode, she would no doubt need it before the day was through.

Rolling out the side of the altar, Whisper appeared to simply fall out of the stone structure in a fluid tumble that brought her to her feet at a break neck run in the direction of the waterfall. As she moved, she plucked the black and red crystals out of the air so as to reserve resources and to try and relieve the splitting migraine that was growing worse by the moment.

The shattering impact of Aeryn's construct all but pulverized the rock altar behind her, but she didn't need to spare a look back - she could feel the presence of the energy dividing off into spears once more. She was expending excess reserves into evading his constructs, but she wasn't willing to gamble the match away that they couldn't hurt her. As her feet carried her across the ground as swift and silent as her nickname, she continued to pour more energy into the black crystal in her hand.

Her eyes were locked on the waterfall up ahead, but even in her ethereal state, she couldn't outrun Aeryn's constructs in the open like this. She was risking a lot on this final gambit.

Skidding to a stop Whisper's form grew substantial once more, almost simultaneously to the fiery sylvis cannonballing himself into the river, and for a lack of a better word, detonating. His energy wave served to strike the remnants of her shield and skid her backwards a pace as the telekinetic barrier diminished and faded out of existence, its reserves depleted. It wasn't exactly what she had been planning, but she was adaptable, and it would work nicely.

With that thought, a mischievous twinkled filled her eyes and provided a momentarily disruption to her haggard appearance as she tossed her red crystal in a high lazy arc towards Aeryn.

“Catch,” she said with a grin before flitting to her left to dive for the river. The cool water would be a refreshing application to her throbbing migraine while serving both to slow down any impending attacks and mar line of sight for the steadily powering up sylvis.