Hazel
The young blond looked up in awe at the flaming tornado of fire. Once again, she felt a pang of jealousy at the fire. This was the kind of power she had seen her cousin's preform, something her father had always brought up. He was a better mage than her, pure and simple.
Even if that was true, it didn't mean he could assert his dominance over her just because he was better than her. Just as athleticism is not everything in a fight, being a better mage won't necessarily mean you can win a duel like this. Still, dodging an attack like this would be a pain in the ass and blocking it with that technique would be impossible.
With no place to run, she simply charged the wall of fire before it could come down, using the same technique. However, this time, she emerged from the flames with singed hair and first degree burns on covering her skin. This time, she wouldn't play around. It was time to end this game. If he wanted to avoid getting touched, he would have to move out of the way. So as she was running, she froze the ground around them, coating the surface in a thick layer of ice.