The harpy moved quickly, the older man moved quickly as well, the two having caught Leyk between them, like two colliding trains intend on never ever stopping, a woman having appeared not too far away, flying through the air and bombarding the other surviving scribes with spells mostly consisting of fire and wind, a particular favourite in here as it seemed, perhaps because of the effect it had with the sand.
Leyk was panicking slightly as he took a step aside, letting the harpy pass by, resulting in her flying straight into the older man, Leyk instantly warping at the place they collided and wildly swinging his blade, cutting off one of her arms with the force greater than what any scribe should be able to easily call forth, the old man evading quickly and firing his crossbow as Leyk had been swinging his blade a second time, scratching the fleeing harpy across her chest, leaving a trail of red behind.
The blackish arrow hit him in the chest, knocking him back a step as he used one of his hands to rip it out, warping instantly as a sword swung by where his head had been a second before, appearing fifteen feet away and sending a rather strong wave of motion that made the older man take a few steps back, visibly holding his left side as he seemed to endure some pain, Leyk warping once more as he felt somethign hold onto his leg, turning around to see a huge snake jump straight at him, warping once more, to the side of the snake, slashing down and meeting nothing but thin air as he now saw a falcon flying high above, firing a salve of fire using mana.
The next second he was attacked from behind a blade slashing across his back, too thin, too slowly, as if the old man had changed the size but wrongly calculated the size needed, perhaps the reason he was consisted a failure, resulting in Leyk turning around, taking a step as the man tried fighting him, just to be shot in the face with the salve of the orange fire that had burned so many before, letting out a silent scream devoured by the bellowing of the heat which was stopped a second later as the now-falcon, Ismalda, regretted her newly done mistake, shaping herself into more of a harpy once more, perhaps her favourite form, the older man temporarily debilitated as Leyk was able to do whatever he wanted, a wall of sand going up on the opposite end of the arena, perhaps the fourth titan, the third still flying around and hunting the still-resisting scribes, some even managing to damage her, though he wasn't even entirely certain of her gender.
Leyk moved fast as he got his dagger to the throat of the older man and pulled as hard as he could, feeling great resistance, but already the blood gushing out of the wound, perpetuated by the desperate cries of the body to attempt fixing it, the blood running across his hand that was grabbing the body 'she' had to reach up far to be able to kill like this, the body trying to fight desperately as well.
Ismalda screamed as she saw it, descending fast from a few hundred feet into the air, having tried to take an advantage in height, the coming storm of sand also being soon to arrive, the titans seeing that Leyk was, without a doubt, the biggest threat on this entire field right now, though it hadn't been the first time titans had been defeated by mere scribes of course.
In fact, most of those that later became forsaken lords and ladies had been bale to kill titans as scribes, most wielding powers comparable to manifestations, a huge advantage above anyone else, especially if those powers grow with oneself such as the authority of motion, or perhaps some things hidden still.
The older man's body fell to the ground at the same moment Leyk warped away once more, having designated a small field in which he was trying to keep the fight contained, as to control it entirely using his warp, the storm of sand finally having settled, a younger man with rusty hair filled with dust, two black gloves, taking a stance a few hundred feet away, the harpy descending at the same time the tentacles of the golem were grabbing the separate halves, being hit by it as Leyk appeared behind her, already having anticipated as much.
Leyk moved quick in an attempt to disperse the female form-changer before the storm arrived, or whatever the person was doing, invisible as it seemed, but instead of bringing down his dagger onto the wings and carving the second one off, he was hit in the side by a wave of invisible power comparable to his own, flying away to touch the ground a few times before holding himself once more, a few hundred feet away, right in the range of the third titan, the flying one he was now able to really look at.
She wore short black hair, covering her face, danced freely through the air with magic descending off her very hands, she had fluffy pants similar to how many envisioned a genie, wearing a kind of vest that was tightly knit, a goggle to protect her from the air atop her face as she looked straight at him.
The harpy hesitated on the ground, blood flowing quickly, the storm came fast, perhaps being one of motion, or perhaps one with a telekinetic manifestation like wind, the flying girl descended not, she shot a ball of fire as he had once done before this realm, something he kind of missed, Leyk expulsed a great deal of mana to take more control back.
A second later the wind and the sand moved again, dispersing the flames and giving Leyk more of an advantage as he warped upwards in multiple attempts, as if taking steps, each fraction of a second allowing him to cross fifteen feet in total to the woman who was a hundred-and-fifty up in total, as if flying.
He had not been aware he could do that, it had simply came to him in the spur of the moment.
It was exhausting as he felt a second later, despite the warping seemingly being reliable on intent, something that begins to truly form after the rank of a scribe, he was capable of upholding this for a bit, of attacking the flying one in her own realm, that was what he was prideful of right now, be it that the decision might have been stupid.