It would appear as any other day. Storm makes her way down the street towards the Inn, a slight bounce in her step. After her healing back at home, she felt fantastic. She had good friends, and although the Fires still ha their rebellion, majority of the Elements were on good terms. By now Ryn must have found Vanar, since she has seen him in the Inn a few times. Her deep blue cloak was wrapped tightly around her, keeping the cold out and the warmth in. She could just 'steal' warmth from elsewhere and bring it over to her, but she didn't mind the cold that much. Her bare feet made very quiet sounds as she reaches the porch of the Inn. Grey eyes look inside the glass for a few moments to catch outlines of certain patrons. She opened the door and steps inside, shutting the door quietly behind her as always. It was a farily small crowd for mid-evening, not that she minds. She takes off her deep blue cloak, revealing her long greys and blues with her symbol on her back, and hangs the cloak on the wall.

Grey eyes then look over her shoulder to then spot a friend at the table. She eases her way towards Ewan, and has he spots her he stands as always. She smiles as he stands, and she stops at the edge of his table. " 'Eve Ewan, care if I join you?"

"Of course not, please do so." He returns her smile and waits for her to take her seat before he does so.

"How are you faring, Ewan?" She says after she takes a seat across from him. It was a usual routine, one that she started to look forward too, the routine of friendships with him, Lydia and Erin. Since one was with Grem and one was out of town, she happily settles for his company.

"I'm doing well, thank you for asking. How are you Storm?" He then takes a drink of his stout, green eyes asking with interest.

"I'm doing well, now that things are starting to work out." She says with a nodd and relaxes a bit, ready to enjoy the rest of her evening in good company.

He welcomes Storm's company with a smile, his attention turning from the out of doors. "That makes good hearing," he replies to her news that things were working out. "No tea for you tonight, or are you avoiding all things hot least you get burned again?" He teases lightly.

She seems at ease with her laugh to his joke, and then shrewdly teases in return, "Do not make me mention red, Ewan, this conversation may go south."

He lifts a hand to stay off any further jokes at each other's expense. Then a simple nod, "You say things are working out. Does that mean the Fires have gotten over their ego trip?"

A drink of stout, then he pauses as the waft of burning seems stronger for a moment, and he turns to see if someone added wood to the fire in the fireplace.

He stood silently in the shadows for a few moments, golden eyes adjusting to the smaller crowd of people. He instantly recognized the Air, even from behind. And she was only talking to one gentlemen, this could be easier than expected. Though the table wasn't exactly close to the back door, the element of surprise would buy him the time that he needed. He stepped out of the darkness after a few moments, and headed towards the bar, in no rush but with direction. He did, steal glances now and then towards the Air and her companion, but in his opinion they were discreet enough for anyone to oversee. His golden eyes caught the.... object of caught flames and he frowns a bit. Where on earth did she get something like that? Well, at least it was an object of distraction.

"May I get you something to drink, sir?" The lady behind the bar asked him. His golden eyes broke contact with his assignment and over to the small blond addressing him.

"Shot of vodka, please." He then places down a silver coin with foreign symbols on it for her. She tills the coin, offers a friendly smile, and pours him a shot of vodka. "Enjoy sir."

He offers her a wolfish grin, before downing the liqour with ease. Another part of the plan, the alcohol adding in his flames. Perhaps the blond would be a thing of interest later. His eyes once again travel discreetly over his shoulder, catching Ewan's response to the caught flames. It was almost time...

She shrugs indifferently at his concern, her grey eyes study the picture with thought. "It's not that I'm really manipulating other Elements... it more of.. blending them with my own. I'm quite fascinated, really." She then tilts her head, and raises the brow at the mention of attention. "Really now? There's a surprise for you.. I never.. " She stops, and closes her mouth with a blink.

She doesn't lean in close but keeps her voice dead quiet, it was only throug her gift of the wind that Ewan could hear her. " Young looking man under six feet with gold eyes?" He nodds and smiles, acting as if she said something that was humorous. Wasn't that curious?

She was about to open her mouth to speak, but Korigan moved quickly. He knew as soon as his eyes came into contact with the man with her. He quickly but gracefully made his way to their table, and spoke words first. "Storm, what a lovely surprise..." His voice one of a warm baritone. He offers another wolfish grin if Ewan glanced a look at him, for Storm didn't flinch a muscle. Korigan placed a hand to her shoulder, adding heat that only she would feel, on the threshold of burning skin. "Mind if I... share a word with you? Outside?"

Her face would remain calm as the sea while he started to burn her, spear her flesh. Her stomach rolled at the stench, but training had taught her otherwise. She wasn't going to start a commotion now, the last thing that she wanted to do was endanger all of these people, family and friends alike. "Excuse me, Ewan, my apologizes for his rudeness...." Even at a time like this, her lips would curl. Always risking those last words that were so sweet. She quickly stood, just to get his hand off of her shoulder. She offered a slight nod to Ewan, face calm and cool, perhaps her grey eyes sending a different message. When she nodded, she gave him a clear view of her shoulder, just in cased he missed the action, material burned through and red, angry flesh underneath. It was almost exactly on top of her previous burn. She looked up at Korigan, toe to toe, grey eyes steel and cold, but she pasted a bright smile on her face. "I've been meaning to have a word with you anyways... seems you've finally had the gall to come here.." She tilts her head slightly as she looks at him. Always being the risky sort. She starts to head towards the back door.

On her way out, she sends a message through the wind to Ewan, for his ears only. "Please, do not feel obligated to join us. This is the brother that I was telling you about, Korigan. I highly doubt that we will be doing much talking, and I will not stop you if you come.. watch an elemental battle. But please, you've done so much for me, I do not expect you to risk your neck by joining us.." She never looked over her shoulder, but she knew that he would listen to her words. She then opens the door to the back alley, and nearly recoils at the touch, oh how hot! She quickly lets herself out. Korigan followed shortly behind her, grinning as his hands gripped the metal, heating it to melting point. He then slammed the door behind him, metal melting onto each other. Well, that door was either useless or had to be broken down now.

He grins as the step out and away from the back door. "I'm so glad that you're giving me a moment of your time Storm, after all I know how busy you are with turning the Fires against me.. "he tilts his head slightly as they stop walking, and faced each other. Storm was staying silent for a the time being, those usual warm grey eyes stone cold. She gave no indication to the pain on her shoulder. He would slowly crack at that shield of hers that she had already put up. He was willing to play a few risks and games, and kept his shield down. "Though I have to be honest with you Storm, majority of us have more respect for you than your 'brother'. You are one of true power.." She barely blinked, again, giving away nothing of her interest or emotion.

"Why thank you Korigan, I may rest at ease with that knowledge now." A smirk. Ha! Any type of reaction was better than none.

"There's alot that you don't know that we know, Storm Divine" Apparently this was something of interest to him, and a type of big secret.

It was now her turn to give a wolfish grin. "Oh really now? Doesn't that make you consider your options, Korigan? You know that the Goddess would not approve of such behavior." A game of words and bluffs, she could play for a while. "We all know that's why Xavier was sent to the Chaotics, because of his disobedience to his Guardianship and one of the Divine." A tilt of her head. "Are you ready for me, Korigan? One visited by the Eagle?" Another long, slow grin. Was the confidence a bluff or not?

It was now his turn to mask his emotions. Why tell her that he already knew this? That he had been having others watch her for weeks now? His pets within the West End? "Storm, perhaps it is your, disobeying the Goddess, why, if I recall of her words given to you... it would seem as if you're failing... " He starts to take a few steps close to her. "Remind me Storm, of what she.. " But he never had a time to finish his ridiculing sentence, because Storm's eyes started to glow grey. She lifte her hand up in a flash and sent an air platform in his direction, fast, strong and sharp as it sends him off his feet and to the air. By standers within fifty feet would feel the change in the air, and perhaps the sonic boom.

He had been expecting something along the lines of an attack by then, but not something of that magnitude. No matter, he thought as he stands up, and raises a hand to his mouth, pulling away and showing blood. "Perhaps we are even, but the next one will cost you..." It was his turn, for his eyes to glow white.

"I grow tired of your words, Korigan. Let's settle this the real way, prove to me that you can rebel against us all..." And with that she started running towards him, gathering the weight of air in her hands, and he started to run as well, a ball of white fire appearing in his...

Now that the first bout of anger had been established, he was willing to give his beating heart a few moments rest. His golden eyes glare as he spits out blood. It had been a long time since he'd seen the Air battle, and it was a sight to see. The pain meant nothing to him, he knew that he was stronger. It was time for a change though, she was dynamite with the bare flesh. In his right hand appears a broadsword, seemingly simple and plain, before it starts to glow white fire. Without giving her time to prepare herself he starts running towards her, thoughts towards the next battle ahead buzzing through his brain.

She takes a few steps back, before taking a brisker run backwards as he came for her. In her left hand appears a katana, also appearing normal, but the metal was an odd grey color, not one of normal metal. She wasn't quick enough, he was already to her right side before she was able to take a stance. Judging the damage, she bends to her left, taking the flat of the flaming sword on her, wincing as the white flames seared her flesh. But so now it was her turn, her offensive moves quick an agile, most movement within her wrist. His swordsmanship was mostly based on strength, his muscles rippling under his shirt as he puts all of his might into his swings and blocks.

They circled each other often as this sword fight continues. Because the two schools of fighting were so different, it was hard to tell who was winning. It became apparent to Storm, however, that she needed to think of something fast, because they were starting to head towards the end of back alley, and she was between the white flames of the wall, and the white flames of the sword.

Korigan continued his pressng against Storm, towards the tower of flames. Then a knife flies across his front, nearly hitting him in the wrist as it runs into a wall on falls down. It was enough to throw off his mindset in the sword dance, and Storm took full advantage of this, and side steps to the right, away from the wall of flames. She takes a try for a swipe at his soft middle, but he blocked it with ease, it was going to take more than a failed attempt to throw his completely off. He even throws a ball of flames off to the roof, not minding it's location, but enough to give anyone a fright. They continued on relentlessly, Storm having a mild idea that it was Ewan who threw the knife, but Korigan wasn't sure, considering there wasn't a bloody trace of the man.

The coblestone was heard to Storm, as her grey eyes quickly see it's fall and moves to bring Korigan under it's weight. It wasn't quick enough for the coblestone to reach his head, but it did get to his lower back. He lunged forward in attempt to make the hit an advantage to him, but she easily moves aside and her katana bites the side of his flesh. She didn't want to kill him, but wound him beyond his will of rebellion as she spins to face him again. Her sword vanishes as his hand goes to place pressure on his wound. Their eyes were still glowing as a slight sound of thunder was heard. It was hard to say who won the second round. Though Storm got her blade into him, her arm was burned as she was exhausted. Push forward, now was not the time for rest.

She looked over her shoulder at the massive wall of fire. This was not good. She may not be next too it, but was still too close for comfort. Bruised clouds start to roll over them, quicker than anything natural. It started to rain.. no, call it pour. Sizzling flames try to fight the wetness, and Korigan started to produce steam. "Give in Korigan, you will not succeed." Her body remains still, but a lightning bolt was thrown at his feet, nearly touching him. Korigan lips curled into a smile. He wasn't going to win this battle all by himself...

"I've not lost yet.."He looks unfazed at the pouring of rain as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out.... an orb? Storm's face pales and eye go wide.

The rain continued to pour on the pair of them, the flamed wall slowly dying and Korigan was steaming, but with the help of the Fire Orb, he would not be dwindled with natural rain. Glow greying eyes seeked some type of escape, some way to get herself away from the white flames. They practically engulfed her now, only her weaking shield kept them off of her flesh. She took a step back, and heard the splash that her foot made against the water puddle. Her grey eyes go wide-that was it!

But... she couldn't spare the energy to perform her task and continue to block herself from the flames. Korigan started to laugh as he watched her shift and move, it was only a matter of time now. Storm's eyes land on the knife that was thrown earlier, only a few feet away. She takes a deep breath, and lets go of her shield, white flames kissing and caressing her skin.

It was hard to see if damage was done, because the instant she let her shield s down, all the water on the ground hovered in the air and started to collect around Korigan, not touching him, but surrounding him completely, save the stream of white fire that he was still hurling at her. He wasn't quite ready to panic, the second Storm did anything directly to him, the orb would react.

She started to go towards him, walking white flames and begins to blow cooling air around the water which surrounded him. Stealing the cold from her clouds, the water around him started turn to ice, which was then when Korigan hurled more flames at her... how was she still moving? It was a question that she herself would ask later on. After he was entirely engulfed in the ice, save the opening of his flames, she quickly ran for the knife, picking it up. With her back to him, she swinged her body, giving herself enough motion to send the knife flying into the air and hitting her target. And it wasn't any regular knife anymore, after her touch, it held the temperature of ice, and it pierced him directly in the heart. His stream of white fire ceased, and his hands go to the knife in him. His glowing eyes die down to their original golden state, and he looked at her through the opening. She was steaming, her usual bronzed skin glowing white. "This will not kill me, you know this." He hadn't the faintest of her means.

"I know, Korigan." And with that she gave a last blow of icy air to seal the opening. Korigan fell to his knees and his flesh burst into flames inside of the orb. He was now in his true form, the white flames. As soon as he did this, Storm held out her arms, and motioned compression, bringing the ice down to about two feet in diameter. And there he was, alive, but caged inside of the ice that was held apart by her air. There was no victory dance though, for soon after she fell to her own knees, and face planted into the cobblestone, her body still glowing white and steaming.

It was for the best that Ewan used the tarp, because though through it her skin just felt warm, but if his flesh touched hers, it would indeed give him a nasty burn. Beside the minor nicks and bruises on her face from her 'victory dance' and the glow and steam, the only other injury of mild concern is the burn that she received on her arm from the blade. Always with the burns. Her heart beat would be on the fast side, nothing to cause great alarm, but not normal either.

As he started to put her into a sitting position, Storm groaned a bit at the movement, suddenly motion was taking a toll. Her stomache rolled with the movement, but at least she was able to hold it down and not make a complete fool of herself, thank the Goddess. Her eyes fluttered open to reveal not glowing grey but white, just as Korigan's once were. The rain finally stopped and the clouds were separating to reveal the winks of stars and the coolness of night.

Her eyes took a few minutes of focus, and her mind a few minutes more as they took hold on Ewan's face. "Ewan?" A couple of blinks here and there. She started to move her head to look around her surroundings, but after the movement, she decided that wasn't the best route to take. The wall of fire was out though, and at least all the elements were natural and in play, other than herself. She went back to studying his face, it was the only thing that wasn't confusing her. "I uh... hmm... " A slight frown as words failed her. It hadn't quite dawned on her that she wasn't her standard bronzed color, or the fact that she had just captured a flame inside an orb. Another series of blinks.

His smile at her got her to return the smile. Even at this state. Even if she was bit confused and drained, it was nice to have someone who cared with her. She listened to his words with straining attention and thought. The last set of words caused her to frown slightly and raises a hand out of the tarp to give it a hard look. She kept it away from him, to not endanger him by any means. "Ah... no, the heat and the glowing is not normal. But I shouldn't have survived the white fire, either. Nor should he be trapped in that.." Points to the huge ice orb. Perhaps if she was in her right mind, she wouldn't have told him that the majority of this battle was luck. But honesty was her character when she couldn't get all of her ducks in a row. "And you could have been hit with the white fire, and I wouldn't have been able to help you because I didn't know where you were." Her face was solemn at that, clearly that upset her beyond measure.

"Do you you know if there are available rooms in the Inn? I do not want to chance the time it takes to make it to my cottage. Perhaps an ice bath will help, at least with the heat." At least her thoughts were straight enough to try and stop anything else from happening. "I do not know if.. it is safe for me to walking around if I'm hot enough to set fire... and the orb I can carry. When I am well, I will rid of it.." A slight nodd as her glowing white eyes stay fixated on him.

She grinned as he mentioned moving because Korigan threw hot fire in his general direction. "I know.. I guess I shouldn't have been so... blind to your hiding place. He didn't hit you, did he?" She studies him thoughtfully, well, his arms anyways. That and his face were really the only things she could look at for the time being. She kept her hands and arms to herself, though they could have helped with hanging on to him. She also resisted the urge to just close her eyes and relax her head, she made sure to keep alert, she was not quite out of the water yet. Indulgences did not have a place here and now.

At the mention of the orb, she looks down at it, twisting a bit so that she could see it while still being inside the tarp. She thinks for a moment. "No, I do not want to leave it here, it is not safe." She considers her weakness, a little use of her gift wouldn't hurt. Her glowing white eyes shift to the color of grey as she lifts the orb about to the height of Ewan's waist. She urges it to come a bit closer, and thinks for a moment. She couldn't use her gift to carry it the rest of the way, but... She grins slightly as she looks up at Ewan and mummurs, "Don't flinch..." She lifts a glowing hand out of the tarp and goes towards his face, or rather, his nose. She gets her hand within a breath of his nose, and holds for a few moments. He might not feel anything, but those green hues reflect grey for the just a brief moment. She then drops her hand back into the tarp. "It will follow us... well, you rather, inside." A cheeky grin as she looks at his face. Humor was good at anytime, right? There was also another reason for transferring the slightest of her energy into him; it now gives her a way to find him should that situation happen again. She pondered not telling him, for fear that he would be upset with her, but she respected him too much for such nonsense. It wasn't like she was going to follow him or anything of that nature. "All I did was transfer a bit of my energy into you. I am.. not well enough for the orb to follow me, but it will follow the energy in you. It will fade within a few weeks. I will be able to... sense you, like I would another Elemental. You would be much harder to find, but I can... feel you just the same..... I can take the energy back if that troubles you." And she meant it, the last thing she wanted to do was cross her boundaries with him.

She offered a very grateful smile as he continued to help her. She mentioned nothing of any sort of discomfort in the way that he held her. She nodded when he set her down at the base of the stairs, knowing that he would come back. She caught bits of the conversation about getting a room, at least her gift was returning in full. Something about paying up front, and her glowing white eyes travel to the door where she catches sight of her cloak, always forgotten and hanging loyally at the wall. She grins slightly at her absentmindedness, she would tell Ewan of her coins being inside there later. When he returned, she offered a small smile as he picked her up, and caught a glance at the orb following him. She chuckles slightly, he was always such a good sport.

When she is set down of the floor of her room, she slowly stands on her own two feet, seeming fine, but she keeps her distance from him for obvious reasons. Her white eyes turn a shade of grey as she brings the orb away from Ewan and into her room, breaking the connection between them. "It won't be following you anymore.. " An easy smile and wink as she listens to the rest of his instructions. "Ahhh..." He indeed wasn't the appropriate person to help past this point, and she offers another smile. "I should be fine, I'm just going to go through buckets of ice and see how that works out, if it doesn't... I will think of something else... Also, my cloak is hanging on the wall near the door.. in the.. left pocket, there is a handful of coins that should cover the cost for the room." A slight nodd, as she studies his green eyes... perhaps freckles of grey in them? Hard to tell. "You do not have to wait around, Ewan... I should be fine.. " An encouraging smile.. she probably would have offer a pat to his arm, if it wouldn't burn his flesh and all.

It didn't take as long as she thought, but three ice bath's later... the balance of elements within her was back to normal. She pulled herself out of the tub, cloths soaking wet, but at least without damage as she studies them. It was so odd.. that she, nor her clothing, was marred by the white fire. It was something to think about.. but now wasn't the right time for it.

It only took a few minutes to steal heat from the hearth below, and blow the hair air on her to dry herself. She didn't exactly have any other options for the time being. After she was dry, she ran her hand through her hair.. crimps and curls back to their original places, she looks towards the giant orb now, with a deep sigh.

She walked over to it, and studied it for a while. "It's a shame, really Korigan. Your strength would have been welcomed if you would have only worked with us. Perhaps the Chaotics will set you straight... perhaps you're smarter than your brother." she says this softly, and those grey eyes of hers begin to glow again... she was not yet ready to rest.

The tattoo baring her left hand along the wrist, also began to glow. She started chanting foreign, odd words. The tattoo begins to glow black.. the deepest black there can be, and she winces visibly. It hurt so... and so much energy to call upon the Chaotics... but it was needed. The last time.. she resorted to Bob, a move needed, though questionably past a line.

After what seems like hours of draining her element.. where she almost could bare no more... the portal opens. And she didn't waste a moment . She quickly heaved the orb into the darkness and beyond. The portal was gone the next instant, and Storm nearly collapsed onto the floor.

Now was definitely a time to rest. She hobbled onto the bed, and nearly past out in exhaustion. But it was over... finally over.