Valenya had brought both Citrón and Viridión to one of the Training Chambers of the Temple of the Sacred Darkness in City 242.

These chambers were protected by espirits and enchanted to be practically unlimited and malleable to the will of the wizards so they could siluate situations and also protect the outside from whatever they were going to do inside. They were always watched over by the Adeptus, wizards and clerics of the Dark God, and masters in the magical arts to the new generations of wizards.
In this semi-infinite espace, the three of them would termine their fate:
—You are not leaving without me, my friend— said Valenya once she was in front of her adversary, a toothy smile radiating confidences plastered in her face, and how could she not be confident in her own power and skill?
—Jeje... Is not about me wanting to, but me having to...— said Citron solemnly, his eyes covered by his dark glasses, a tactic mostly useful against those with gray souls, those who could not cast magic, but not against her, someone who could feel auras, emotions and intentions. In the face of the champion of lemon candy appeared and excited and defiant smile: —Unless, of course, you prove you are up to the level—
He summoned his candy sword, a ridiculous weapon in concept, but the witch of audacity had watched him slice demons with it as if they were nothing.
—do not worry little fish, I'll show you what I'm made of!— and so she summoned her Avatar: Valenya's shadow stretched and darkened, within the darkness flashes of color could be seen, cosmic miasma, concentrated spirit swirling in the plain surface before it suddenly grew upwards, elevating and changing color: from black it became green, and from that inenarrable, almost liquid shadow texture, it changed to a cold and hard crystal; first it took the shape of a head with a feline face reminiscent to that of its summoner, gigantic spikes emerged from the nape and the back, while a pair of gigantic arms which ended in huge claws took form; the torso of the construct took feminine curves and fimnally the shadows withdrew leaving behind a pair of strong legs that also ended in large claws as well as a long tail. The eyes and what could be called mouth of the entity shined with an ardent radiance, as well as the tip of the tail.

The Avatar had materialized, towering over the sweet daemon as the giant of 4 m it was, in a second. "Enough time for many things to happen", had thought both Citrón and Valenya, and the witch herself decided she needed to improved that. Citrón raised his guard, wielding his sword above his head, his body ready to throw himself into battle... or to repel any incomming attack.

—Shall we begin?— asked him.
Valenya summoned even more glass, this one stood hot, shifting, fluid, floating near her hands, a weapon that could take any shape she wished thanks to her affinity with fire and sand and replied:
—Let's dance—

Tha battle didn't took long. Citrón showed the ferasome power, both physical and spiritual, of the sweet daemons by smashing Valenya's Avatar with just one hit, splitting it's torso in two with scary ease. The witch felt the recoil in how her resolve, her own self, shuddered at such display of power. Her Avatar was made of glass, but not just any glass, it was magical glass and, just like the candy of the sweet daemon, it would only break if the will of its summoner break as well. Being the Avatar a magical manifestation of her soul, that he had managed to do that made the whole thing even more terrifying for her.
Valenya persevered, though, especially when the swordsman also charged with his aura while rushing towards her at full speed: flashes of illusory visions and sounds, foreign emotions and attempts at peek into her mind were repelled desperately by her, and to not stay behind, she tried her own attacks on the soul and thoughts of her opponent. Her spiritual counterattack was such that she lost focus on the physical reality and fell on her friend's trap: a candy spike summoned in just the right place so she slammed herslef against it! But thinking fast and using her staunch spiritual defense, she managed to make him fall in a trap as well! Glass can take many shapes after all, and nothing like a hyper polished crystal wall, to the point of being almost invisible, to get someone rushing towards you by surprise.


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