Perhaps this was a moment for them to converse, she seemed more normal, emotions expressing themselves on her face a more human way of holding herself the bakedanuki seemed to be herself. It was a moment where he let his guard down, hopeful that the magic would have quelled whatever hold the forest had over her mind, returning the kindness and sincerity she had shown him earlier. She offered a question, yet it was more for a statement since she already knew the answer. Yet a cloud drew closer, the black haze falling over the area snaking its way towards him surely there was nothing good about this, he had stood still too long. Attacking her would be the right thing to do, normally he wouldn't dare yet what he did wouldn't main or kill, he wouldn't be able to hurt her badly without some sort of help. With a turn of the foot he lept away, a slight glow formed across his body, a shining golden shield which had already, it stated to crack, the lower class spell starting to flake away against the strength of the shield. He hadn't a clue what it would do, yet this was no plant sperm that was safe to gobble up. It held a certain darkness which haunted him, the feeling was uncomfortable, an uncertainty that told him it wasn't safe. No he had to get away from this swarm, yet the density of it had pooled up at his escape route, where the petals got lighter the pollen made up for it in a great swarming mass as if blockading him and herding him.
Well this was a lovely day out wasn't it lester.
Each crack just widened, the flakes falling away had started to peel off faster as the barrage of pollen did not lessen. The range of the area it affected was large enough to be problematic. He needed a place to teleport that was low in pollen but not too close to her. A flurry of petals rose from the ground, thin and long their soft colours were that of the dawn as they swirled around him for just a split second as he took the chance to teleport a dozen meters away. Spinning around to face her with the movement a flurry of green encased the landscape. Green fronds taking over the land. Ferns, sculpted of pastel green sugar they sprouted vines and blossomed with pastel red flowers, not a harsh stark red like the blood flowers of this forest but soft and sweet. She couldn't avoid it, no mater how high or deep she went, the presence of these vines had started to take their affect, as she would be damaged, with an extra damage over time he had adored designing this spell. Its powers removing the mages magical resistance and increasing the damage they took from magic spells. It was likely to hurt, hopefully just as much if not more than the pollen which was now seeking to cleanse his pores.
The spell had been cast yet it was then that the defence broke, skin strangely pale after being surrounded by a golden glow his throat choked up, an arm twined around a nearby tree trunk for support as the mage spat out a glob of blood, the cuts from earlier widening and deepening, the blood stream becoming steady as his vision blurred. He could feel it, dragging him down and eating away at everything he had. The blood would soon leave his body so he would either bleed out here or get further broken. There was that feeling again, the vines from earlier were moving, if only now. He just needed to deflect them or teleport again, then heal. If he could heal and clot his blood from leaving him any longer than necessary. Yet that still left him with no way out of the forest. He just needed to fix it, heal the forest then perhaps Izayuki would return from this crazed state. There tree he was next to was a support to him, some of the cuts across his arms leaked blood onto the bark, it felt different. For just a moment he left himself relax, to extend his magic into the magic of the tree and feel it, he could sense the darkness that was clouding the tree had been swept away, corralled into a corner and banished from this spot as the cleansing power overwhelmed and outnumbered the dark. With each drop that sounded across his ears the plants in this area, the blossoms were less violent, the poison being flushed away.
It was his blood, each drop that fell from his left a wave of fresh and cleansing material in its wake, purging the traces of the Yokai, the spell she had initially used infused his blood with some of hers, yet the plants within his body had banished and cleansed that too. Her blood hurt the forest, driving it deeper into insanity yet his cleansed it. The predicament he was in seemed to be rather problematic. He needed to spill his own blood at the heart of the forest to save the forest, yet he couldn't just let himself bleed out. Which meant he had to be the one to make the cuts, and the hope that it would work. "You're right, I do want to see the heart, so take me. I'll follow you there, but I need to be conscious, I want to see it with my own eyes and remember it."
Then words he called out would surely draw her attention, he himself couldn't last through many more attacks, and there was no fleeing the grounds.
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