Unika Academy: Friendly Fire. And Lightning. And Ice. And Everything Else, For That Matter

"As usual, I'd like to formally request your surrender, Lord Sombra."

The white-robed wizard's only response was a chilling, echoing laugh in the gloomy throne room. She shrugged. "Well, the punishment for your crimes is almost certainly death, so I don't really see the point of surrender either. We may begin at your leisure."

"Are you certain, wizard?" The patently evil voice boomed, exuding malice. "There is still time. You could lend your power to the winning side, but that would be so... unlike you. Now, much more your style, you could flee. You could see just how far you might get before the darkness catches you. How many nights you can cower under my sky. With your abilities, you might even die of natural causes, shivering in fear at your old age. You cannot kill me! For now, I am a GOD OF THE MAGICS! ALL WILL FEAR MY GAZE! MY REIGN WILL BE AS GREAT IS IT WILL BE TERRIBLE!"

The white wizard stood, calmly smiling, as red lightning crackled through the gathering tower of smoke in front of her, wreathing the demonic figure within. Almost hesitant, she blinked twice.

"Is... is that all?"

"What? Whatever do you mean?"

"Well, that was rather short compared to last time. And you didn't even punctuate it with a solid Necromantic Flechette like you normally do. I had my ward ready and everything." She remarked, wiping a speck of dust off of her humble maple staff.

"I thought I'd shake things up a bit." Lord Sombra snarked, letting the crackles of red light subside in his personal tornado of shadow. "To the death?"

"Yes, thank you."

The wizard rapped her staff on the floor and obliterated the entire throne room.

Lord Sombra staggered from the blast, roared in anger at the magma from his volcano began pouring in around them. His crystalline greatsword shimmered as the Elements coursed within. Cooly, his opponent surrounded herself with the same energies, staff twirling.

For minutes on end, the space between them was a maelstrom of the highest order. Flame met stone, ice met necromancy, and beams of hellish energy ricocheted off of shields as lashes of lightning whipped between them only to be carried away by geysers of water. The few meters between them was subsequently melted, frozen, warped and formed into statues displaying rude gestures, and disintegrated only to be melted and chilled back to smooth stone again. Wounds were healed as quickly as they were caused, spells countered before they could be cast as neither side gave any sign of mercy.

The wizard ducked as her own beam of energy bounced back at her, reflecting off of a barrier. She hesitated, straightening as no counterattack came and letting the spell on the end of her staff peter out. Lord Sombra stood still, head bowed, in the center of a crimson bubble-shield. "Need a breather already? You normal have such good stamina. No, no, of course, you're planning something."

"Ah, always so flippant, even in the face of Death itself." Lord Sombra chuckled, runes of energy beginning to fly around him.

"Oh, hush, always so dramatic." She rubbed at a scorch mark on her robe with a sleeve, only succeeding in smearing it, before looking up at Sombra sharply. "Unless you're actually summoning Death, then it's not quite as dramatic. You're not summoning Death, are you?"

Lord Sombra only cackled, the runes flashing brighter.

"Well, I never. Contingency plan it is, then."

The wizard swept her staff in a full circle around her head, flinging motes of light into a dome over them. She spoke a single word, and in an instant their surrounding began flickering between light and dark faster than the eye could track.

"What...?" Lord Sombra glanced around, not willing to disturb his delicate summoning. It would be complete in seconds, anyway.

"I don't even know if I have time to properly explain." The white wizard swept back her hood, letting her volumes of aurora-like hair spill out. "I've accelerated us through the flow of time by a little less than a factor of a hundred million for our next sixty seconds. In peasant terms, one minute in here, five hundred thousand years out there. Plenty of time for my sister to find me, come up with a counterspell and devise something unpleasant and unfair for you. Sloppy, but effective. I am a little surprised we're still here."

Lord Sombra's face fell tragically. All his plans, all his armies, all his subjects... already dust in the past. He summed it up by going back to the classics.

"CURSE YOU, CEL-"