A sandy, windswept place with no name on a planet with no inhabitants. The atmosphere is breathable, but there's no water anywhere.

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Ting spreads her arms out when she and Legion appear here. "Better! Ikma and the other bugs are good sorts you know. Didn't really want to fry them."

Legion looks around at his surroundings, deciding how things are.  It occurs to him that destroying her would leave him stranded here.

But he's smart. He can find a way back.

The bolt crackling at his fingertips is flung towards Ting, its force shoving sand in every direction.

Opening moves. Well, at least the floor isn't soaked. Ting springs away, then flings a spearlike, water based attack straight into his lightning, aiming for a non-vital spot.

Her ingenuity catches Legion's aggression out of guard. The warlock's muscles jerk at the combination of water attack and his own lightning, sending him tumbling backwards and stirring up a fountain of sand in the process.

Ting really wants to end this without hurting anyone even if he's a crazy little psycho. Banishing is good for scary little people. She springs towards him, fingers glowing with a power-binding spell well-suited for elementalists.

The warlock rolls through his tumble to find his feet. Ting is a hair's breadth from upon him, and he is saved only by a fortunate slip in the sand. He falls sideways to roll down a short dune, finding his feet again.

A water spell gathers at the end of his reach. Legion casts, hoping to draw in a torrent to turn the sand into muck at their feet.

Quick as a wink, Ting springs straight into the air, fully ready to make use of what a wonderful thing psychic flight is. Yay! Her turn! Her own elemental lightning strike careens at the wet sand below.

Legion watches her rise, analyzing her. Flight. Fine, he can deal with flight, but priorities are priorities, and he finds himself again tumbling backwards through the sand. This time, though, it is with a current of electricity blasting scorched holes into his clothes and skin. Not a direct hit, but enough to be painful and put him off his game.

And her priorities are very much the same: neutralize the bastard. She thinks just a moment, then flings a hand forward. This time, rather than a direct pounce, a spell circle looking to neutralize his power burns into the muck around him, glowing faintly.

Legion can feel the alteration in his being, too late. He tries to move, but cannot with his powers stymied by Ting's magic. Though he curses and growls, there is little he can actually do to escape this attack.

Ting drops down just above the icky sand. "You're not very nice," she states simply. "I think a nice long banishment is in order! Getcha calmed down, yus." And the magic begins to build between her fingertips.

The warlock struggles gamely against his ethereal restraints. His expression lies placid in contrast to his bearing just moments before. He looks down, as though resolute, and simply waits for her to destroy him. He has no desire to show weakness even in defeat.

"Pff." Ting shakes her head. "Not everyone's mean, you know. I don't want to destroy you. I think you just need a long time where you can't hurt anyone to...hm. Grow up a little!" She smiles and, fingertip glowing, pokes his forehead gently with a claw. "Bye bye, now."

And the banishment spell wraps around to bind him for a century to an isolated, liveable world he cannot leave.

Leaving Ting quite alone. Separated from Phenhine, Legion cares nothing for what will become of him. He has been her plaything for too long to feel otherwise.

Ting sighs quietly. Well, hopefully he'll be a nicer guy because of it. Phenhine's influence will probably wane in all that time, and, well...guys are crazy in love.

And she vanishes back to Wu Yuan to see about any injured people.