Ignis smirked, drawing Harbinger from his back and running his hand down the blade, a thin trail of shaded, nearly invisible magic slipping over the blade. It was a technique he had picked up on during his travels; the act of blunting a deadly weapon with nullifying magic. It had taken quite some time to perfect, but had come in handy on more than one occasion. Now it would prove its usefulness again.
The mare lunged forwards underneath him, powerful body charging across the field. Despite himself, Ignis angled towards Aven, a devilish smile pulling at his lips, despite the bruising already settled across his torso from that single blow Hakon had delivers during their earlier bout.