Setting: The Crumbling Ruins of Rivendale In a realm where nature reclaims what once belonged to man, the ruins of Rivendale rise proudly against a backdrop of towering mountains. Thick vines of emerald and gold wrap around crumbling stone columns, remnants of a time long past. The air is filled with the earthy scent of damp soil mixed with the touch of wildflowers bursting through cracks. An ancient river snakes through the heart of the ruins, its waters glistening like diamonds under the bleeding sun, contrasting with the shadows that creep out from under dilapidated archways. Hazel Levesque stands defiantly at one end of a crumbling plaza, her dark, flowing hair framing her sharp features like a midnight cloak. Her body exudes confidence, each muscle honed by the powers that burst from within her. Green eyes flash with determination as she stretches out her arms, feeling the pulsing energy of the Earth beneath her feet. “Frank, you know I won't back down!” she bellows across the plaza, her voice echoing off the ruins. “You think you can just shape-shift your way into victory?” At the opposing end, Frank Zhang stands with a calm demeanor. He’s a mountain of a man with a rugged charm, if you could ever call such a brute charming. His dark hair is tied back, revealing a determined brow and piercing brown eyes that seem to read every beat of Hazel's heart. He drapes the blessing of Mars like an invisible armor, ready to unleash hell at her command. “You may control the earth, but the tides of war favor me, Hazel. Let’s see how your roots hold against the storm!” With that challenge, the atmosphere thickens with tension, wild storms collecting in the air around them—a prelude to chaos, and the scent of rain mingles with impending fury. The Battle Begins Hazel, stealing the first move as a strategist always does, taps into her Geokinesis, yanking boulders from the plaza, crashing them towards Frank like meteors. With a swift flick of his wrist, Frank conjures his Telumkinesis to redirect the rocks, a wall of weapons forming from ancient swords to rugged spears, created just in time to deflect her attack. Sparks fly as stone strikes metal—a vicious symphony of power meets brute strength. “Nice try, but you’ll have to do better!” he growls, stepping forward. His muscles ripple as he assumes an animalistic stance, shapeshifting his arms into those of a lion. “Let’s see if you can handle the King of Beasts!” Hazel’s lips curl into an amused smirk. “You seem confident, Frank. But it’s time I reminded you why those with earth powers can’t just be bullied!” With an incantation known only to her, Necromancy pulses from her fingers. The earth trembles, splintering; from the ground, the shadows of soldiers rise, linked to her power. The legion of skeletal warriors form a menacing line behind her. “An army made of shadows? Cute!” Frank chuckles, the sound echoing with bravado. He channels his own Necromancy, raising the spirits of mighty warriors who fought and died under the banner of Mars. “Old versus new, let’s see who shadows the other first!” The soldiers collide, the clash a cacophony of skeletal crunch and battle cries. Frank's spirits wield weapons of light and valor, pushing back against the hordes summoned by Hazel. She stands at the front, weaving through them, her control undeniable, turning the battlefield into her own personal weapon. “Remember this?” she shouts, tapping into Chrimtakinesis. Brilliant gems erupt from the ground, spiraling around her and forming into glittering blades that fly toward Frank with lethal precision. “Nice trick! But can they do this?” Frank roars, as he extends his spear—a legacy passed down through generations. The spear glows with power as he calls forth 1,000 soldiers who pour forth from the ground like a tide, an onslaught against Hazel’s glittering weaponry. The Climax of Carnage Hazel, caught amidst the chaos, feels the ground rumble beneath her feet. She sinks deep into her power, grounding herself, tapping into Osteokinesis to manipulate the bones of her fallen soldiers. “They don’t quit,” she snarls, using the very structures of the earth to shield herself. “Fighting numbers with numbers? I expected more from you!” Frank quips, grinning like a crazed warrior as he charges through Hazel's lines, striking with relentless precision. “No more games, Zhang!” she bellows, channeling her Umbra kinesis, merging with shadows, darting through the battlefield unseen—a momentary phantom that reappears behind him, sending a hefty boulder smashing straight down onto his shoulders. He collapses under the weight with a grunt, but his blessing kicks in—unbreakable. Adrenaline courses through him, and he bursts out—roaring. “You think a little rock can stop me?!” Fueled with rage and determination, Frank shifts, his limbs now resembling those of a mighty bear. He charges with ferocity, breaking through the remnants of Hazel’s shadows, pulling weapons from the ground around him as he darts toward her. The Final Duel The battlefield quiets, the remnants of forgotten glory now a cacophony of shattered remains. Just the two of them stand—sweat-soaked and breathing heavily. “Enough playing!” Hazel snaps, summoning the earth beneath her to break apart, fissures of jagged rock forming between them. “I will show you true power!” With a primal roar, she summons the dead once more, calling upon the Mnemokinesis to flash his memories of the battle in his mind, to disorient him. He falters, confusion blooming across his rugged features. “Is this fear?” Frank stammer-fights against the mental haze, his grip on his spear wavering. But as Hazel closes in, confidence swelling, Frank shakes it off. “Never!” In a final moment of desperation, he channels the Odikinesis, summoning the very tides of war to leap forth in a wave of magnificent strength. It crashes against Hazel’s spell, quelling it. Hazel meets his fiery gaze and sees it flare with resolve, and each of their last bursts of power collides—earth against soldier, animal against shadow, attack against attack. The air crackles, a cataclysmic clash that shakes the ruins, reverberating through history itself. But as the dust settles, one figure remains sturdy amid the rubble. Hazel's final push falls short against Frank's unwavering spirit, the essence of martial mastery filling the space. Winner: Frank Zhang Frank’s combination of raw physicality and his blessing of Mars tipped the balance in his favor. While Hazel commanded earth and shadows, it was Frank’s relentless charge, tactical prowess, and sheer willpower that let him stand firm against her potent abilities. His ability to rebound from her attacks and tap into his own memories of war allowed him to turn the tide, turning what could’ve been defeat into a resounding victory. He might have been momentarily overwhelmed, but his sheer heart and fighting spirit saw him through—just like any warrior worthy of the name. When the ruins quiet down, Hazel stands still, the glow in her eyes dimmed. There’s no malice in Frank as he approaches, extending a hand to lift her. “You fought well, my love. But remember—and let this stir not only the warrior in our hearts but the friends we cherish.” She meets his gaze, knowing loss yet feeling gratitude—a reminder that in both love and battle, the tides can shift. Perhaps both of these fierce souls will carry each other’s strength, even in defeat.