Kalisani walks in a circle around Nermal, the small blades of grass growing up through the stones in the road sizzle and whither underneath her feet. As she finishes the circle the druid lifts a steel blade to her palm and slices through the layers of skin releasing her steel tinted blood into the air. She kneels down and digs her fingertips into the soil. A few moments pass in silence before the ground starts rumbling in a small quake. The rocks shake and move aside as steel spikes shoot up into the air, curving around to create a cage. Kalisani places both hands against the ground and slowly the rest of the blades of grass and weeds sizzle in the intense heat that begins to surround the area inside the cage. Starting on the outer edges of the circle, the heat streaks inward, threatening to boil the young mage into Nermal Soup.
Nermal stands patiently in the center of Kalisani's circle, unmoving for the first several minutes while she watches the actions of her opponent. Finally, the wizardess reaches into her pocket, drawing forth a small cup. Clear liquid sloshes around inside. Nermal quickly downs the mixture and bends at the waist, grimacing faintly. Beads of sweat run down her face, but the skin beneath the precipitation is changing, hardening and breaking a little, even as the shifter's body elongates and widens. The steel bars of her confinment are abruptly shoved outward by the rapid increase in mass, for in place of the little girl is a massive dragon, a creature quite resistent to the surrounding heat. She flaps her large wings, lifting herself from the ground just enough to avoid the quake and peering down through one multi-faceted eye towards Kalisani. She opens her mouth wide, orange tongue flicking out, and exhales deeply, sending a jet of fire towards the Kalisani. As if that isnt' enough, the dragoness then charges her, intend to make the other woman a meal once she's done crispy-frying her, should it work.
Kalisani gazes up at the beautiful dragon, impressed. Closing her eyes, the drow concentrates on the elements within her blood, tapping into the dormant diseases racing through her body. Working quickly she presses the tip of her blade into each finger, creating first 10 drops of blood, and then 20, continuing until she loses count. Each drop of blood forms a small dagger barely wider than a needle. Raising her hands into the air, Kalisani sends hundreds of tiny sharp blades toward the dragon, having no doubt the cancerous blood will be able to slither its way through the scales of the modified Nermal. Once they are on their way, Kalisani rolls forward diagonally to avoid the flames being thrown at her, landing in a crouching position just behind the dragon.
Nermal lets out an earth-shattering roar as the daggers fill the air, spewing forth, this time, not a rain of fire but green light. Anyone familiar with Nermal's magic might recognize the magic, but either way it expands outward, enveloping the many, many daggers. The tiny, bloody projectiles round and expand, turning into squishy, roundish rotting vegetables! The rotten tomatos fly back through the air towards Kalisani, some missing and hitting the ground like rain with disgusting 'squelches'. Nermal extends her claws, unfinished for the moment with her casting, and plucks a place of grass from the ground. How a dragon can hold something so tiny with such grace is inexplicable, but the blade itself elongates into what appears to be a giant carrot and, without warning, she swings it downward, intent on knocking Kalisani silly!
Kalisani drops to the ground to save a little energy for her next spell. Releasing more blood, she creates several globs floating in the air. They slowly begin to take form. Just as the spell finishes, the girl faints from the blood loss. Five small molten steel forms begin to fly around. They were supposed to be small firelizards, but in Kalisani's lack of focus, they turned out to be more like fire breathing winged cobras. The little serpents zoom around in every direction charcoaling all the rotten food and hissing softly as the ashes fall to the ground. One snake even braves his bigger cousin and sends his flame toward the carrot. Once all the vegetables have been destroyed, leaving poor Kalisani covered in ash and rotten residue as the girl slowly comes to and looks around, the serpents begin to dissolve. Within moments all but one of them swarms over to Nermal, scratching, hissing, and blowing small bursts of flame into any unprotected area they can find on her scaly coat, hoping to dissolve into her bloodstream where they will solidify if successful. The one remaining serpent is flying in tight circles staring at it's belly where it seems to have accidentally ingested a worm from a rotten apple. The poor confused creation seems entirely ill at ease with the odd life squiggling around inside of it.
Nermal sneezes violently, and abruptly begins to shrink! She shrinks and shrinks and shrinks until it appears that the wizardess might have vanished. Unfortunately, it is not so, and the winged corbra starts flailing this way and that. Purple spots explode upon its skin, and like a fish out of water it flops this way and that. It appears violently ill, and that Nermal has transfigured herself into, of all things, a germ! Eventually the snake's life ends, and in a spew of bloody projecile vomit, out shoots germal Nermal--right towards the uninfected Kalisani.
Kalisani sits up and holds out her hand, coated in a hardened steel - germ proof - scab. She carefully catches Nermal and lets her slide down onto the grass along with the bloody spew she's coated in.