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// You Take Your Turn 
// Story: Book 1 - The Behemoth came to Canterlot 
// by Equimorto 
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Stella recalled her weapons at her side. She flew higher, outside the confines of Trixie's whirlwinds, dodging lightning and blasts of magic from the unicorn. Once she was high enough, she spread her wings and halted herself, looking down as her silhouette stood stark against the sinking Sun. Magic bubbled up through her and flowed from her horn, barely restrained. A sphere of energy spread out above her, soon larger than the Sun appeared in the sky, its light blotting out the day's own. Parts of her neck were tense, tendons stretched in unnatural ways under the stress and strain. Her expression was cold, determined, her eyes sunken as she bowed and cast her spell down towards the earth.
Trixie, still standing in the middle of her miniature layered tornado surrounded by thin towers of rock with their tips shattered, looked up at the approaching magical meteor Stella had unleashed towards her. Red light permeated the winds around her, and reshaped and redirected them underneath her platform, a single stream of swirling, roaring air that propelled her upwards to the sky. Then her magic coated her halberd and had it spin above her horn, seeping into it until the metal came undone and became something else than matter entirely.
Stella watched from behind her creation, face emotionless like a statue, while beneath it the spinning disk of red and black above Trixie's head impacted the great sphere of energy coming down towards her.
Heat pulsed and radiated from the impact point, wildly blowing Trixie's mane straight behind her like storm wind and charring her kerchief. Her platform shook in the air, torn between her own upwards pushing and the momentum of Stella's spell, but regardless she held her position, and the sphere halted in the air.
Trixie's horn glew brighter, while her squinting eyes peered out from beneath the rapidly consumed remains of their cloth cover. The fluid substance hanging above her, between her and the spell, more magic than matter at that point, began to spread and stretch itself thin, growing wide as the sphere above her was. It curved upwards at its edges, shaping itself like a bowl, and pushed upwards to meet the spell's surface.
Another pulse from Trixie's horn, and something happened. A wave reverberated through the construct she held above herself, and its structure altered itself once more. Then, where before the two had been struggling and pushing against each other, Stella's spell instead began to sink into the black red magifluid in Trixie's hold. Not passing through it, but entering it without anything coming out the other side.
Stella watched, slightly frowning without her eyes themselves changing in any way, as slowly the spell she had cast fully sunk into Trixie's own. The edges of the structure began to dissipate as the halfpoint of the sphere passed, like smoke blown apart by the wind, and when the whole of one had disappeared into the other no trace remained of either of the two spells.