The Writers' Circle

Glancing around for the reason he had stopped she searched with her eyes trying her hardest not to move and attract attention to herself.  Her eyes focused upon another man who had just turned a corner into the street. The circle of order would surly never run from anyone unless, and as Jesse looked on she saw sure enough a second order member.
He turned into the street and walked with an air of confidence, a blue light flickered into existence around him like a shimmering barrier.  He strode forward continuing towards the first man, his boots impacting lightly on the floor, his face covered in shadow by his hood and his cloak barely moving as he did.
The first mans head rose and the same light blue barrier appeared around him.
Both men raised their hands simultaneously, as a misty ball of blue light materialising in their palms distorting the air.  Both men stood contemplating, the blue light glowing brighter and edging white and then so quickly that Jesse nearly missed it, they propelled the light towards each other with such force that even at a distance Jesse felt the power rippling through the air, goose bumps appearing upon her arms as the hairs on the back of her neck raised as if a cold chill had blown down her collar.

The battle that continued was like nothing Jesse had ever seen before, she never knew magicians light could be so powerful yet she had never before witnessed two of the members of the circle of order battling before, she wondered if it was a play for power or to control the seven? She had only ever witnessed them pressing their magic upon others that never had much chance of ever fighting back, either to weak or to scared they never challenged them.  Even the best magicians of Yantaree never dared challenge one of the seven even when they were on their own although most often than not they were always certainly accompanied by black magicians, followers from their own city. 
Jesse's focus returned to the fight in front of her as hundreds of fine blue threads of energy rippled outwards in a half circle as each strike hit his opponents shield.  The air vibrated and flashed as an assortment of strikes battered each of the men.