Fairy Heart [Guild-Scale]

Vandrad & Saffron:

Akeya & Nymara:

Menka & Julius:

Leonard:

Mura, Aven and Takumi reached the tree without interruption. At the very base, between roots exposed to the air, there was a tunnelway leading further down, and Mura braked up in preparation. A deep breath was taken before he turned towards Aven: “If you got any traps to put, now’s a good time. There’s someone down there… and they likely won’t hurt the tree to flee. Therefore, this exit is important.” Otherwise, simply drilling through the cavern below would do the trick to escape, but it would also injure the foundation that the Core Tree was sitting atop. They couldn’t risk that, and neither could the one waiting below.

Regardless of Aven’s next actions, Mura would fly down the tunnelway. A bit of paranoia was starting to creep up on him… he didn’t want Takumi to get hurt. Not with what had been told to him about Takumi’s kids. He, himself, would be fine distracting the culprit below, if that would let Aven or Takumi take them by surprise – that was the reason Mura went ahead of them now. The further down he flew, the louder the noises became…



Ȳ̵̢̜͍̻̘͙̼̼͇͉̺͙̩̑̃̄͒͛͐̒̈́̃̔͌͋̚͜͜o̵͈̣̒́́̃͋̏̿̑͠u̶͈͖̻͕̰̲̱̺̬͙̻͙̰̤͋͌͑̇̎͑͗̊̂’̸̧̝͙̱̬̤̭̟̹͉͖̦͗̐̃̃̽͐̚ͅȓ̵̨̨̢̡͎͙̙̘͔͙͆̈́̈̚ͅe̴̢͙͔̱͙͇̼̣͕̊̑̐̈́̃̂̈̐̂̕ ̶͙̘͖̼̭̾̍̒̾̃̌̌̚͝͝h̵̩͚̣͉̰̰̪̹͑̐́̓̂͐́̿̈͝ę̸̟̝͍̖̲͔̤̇̀̆̓̌̍̌͂̎̍̀́͌́̚r̵̩̭̬̘̰̗̗̻̟͔̯͈͙͆̌̒́̒̒́ę̴̢̨̱͇̝̱̦̫͕̱͋̀̃̑̋̔͘͠͠ ̸̡́͋͊̈̄̂̓̚̕̕͝ä̵̡̩̩̞́̌ ̴͈̤͉̤̖̠̬͎̲͉̳̩̈̒͐̿̏̀͑͂͋͝l̷̢̡̻͈͙͇̭̣͕̓͛̅̋̓̈́͜͠í̸̲̦̜̥͇̤̟͙͍̙̺͍̣̘͌͐̇̀͜͠t̵̛̲̳̫̝̐̃̑̑͗̇̏͘t̸̘̬̙̭͙̭̹̹̦̭̖̎͋̌l̶̹̒̒̂̐̅̈e̷̢͙̱͍̥̘̲̝̝͇̤̦͇͂ͅ ̴̛̻͓̰̦͍̠̼̻͇̫̐͌́͒̕̚͠͝h̶̖̉͑͛̋͛̉̄̊́̍̔͑̕͝ě̸̢̡̨̨̛̳̠͚͍͈̘̦̣̅̑̎̈͝n̶̼͖̯̭͇̻͕͋̐͛͂̾̈́̄̌͒̄.̵̡͈̪̀̈͂̈́͒͗̇͝ ̶̝̳̠͎͔̹̼̙̋͊̋̒̔͛̉̌͝ͅA̵̛̛̼̖͍͖̎̉̀̔̎͑̈ͅ ̴̲̝̝̭̪͔̟̳̙̟̳͆͑̿̏̊͒͗̑͒͂̎ͅm̶̻̳̲̞͔̤͎̰̱̞̲̈̔̽ͅȧ̷͎͇̗s̴̢̩̣̜̫̣͇̔̅̓̿̔͆̇̀͆̋͐̚̚͝ͅt̵̨̡̠͇͚͈̞̅̑̓̍͗̽̕͝͝ͅȇ̵̢̛̗̘̤̕r̶̝̝͉̘̤̬̿ ̴̠̰̗͙̗͖͈̜̬̬̪͑͛͒͆̊̕͠o̶̢̗̙̬̘̘͔̠̪̱͎̓́̎̽͐̇̐̈̋͐̈̈́͝f̷̨̺͉̠͖̻̮̗͙̘̂̑ ̶̢̝͍̦̙̔̅̇͠p̵͇̒͊͗́́̇͐͘̕͘l̴̛͔͓͔̝̖̲̞͉̬͚͍̗͚͗͋̏͑̈́͐̌͑̈́͋̈́͗͜͝͠ò̴̮̼̠̬̪̺̭̪̰͙͉̺̳̩̅̄͝ͅṫ̴̡͖̻͓̞̟͔͓̩̯̭͖̱̼͋̎̈́̅̀t̵͍͇̤͚̳̯̮̮̟͚̜̃͒̉̔̕̕̚͠ͅͅę̸̧͓̫̜̝̮͍̜̌̀̿́̉̀͗̐̔͊̈́͘r̸̹̦̮̥̍̑̄̑̔̋̉́̊̈́͗̕̕͝s̴̛̙̬̫̪̳̝͒̿̇̋͋͆̊,̴̧̡͙͙̲̩͆͂͊ ̷̯̫̯͈̪̆̀͋͐̈́̾̽͆͌̇́͑c̵̘̭̰̝͍͔̓̅̀̒̇̀̊̏̿́͘̚ḩ̴̢̟̳͇̣̗̪͚̰̠̮̺̮̊͑͌̑͘͜͝i̵̦̯̬̱͆̔̇̈́̐ć̵̘͇̼͇́̋̈́̏̃́͛k̶̳͍͇̻̺͉͎̫͔̗̓̉̌̔̃́̎̽̂͠ͅe̴̛͙̍͛̔̏̓͊̑͋̄n̴͖͔̦̰̜̬̈́͐͑̿̓̌͂̌̾̈́̂s̷̢͎͔̺͇̻̼̞̿͂̊͜͝ͅ,̶̡͉̹͙̻͙̞̦͇̠̲͚̔́̈́̈́͌̈́͆̉̌͠ ̴͖͙̫̤͕̻̽͆̒̎̀͠ͅă̷̡̠̦͔͓̰̞̗͚͎̯͖̓̓̎͗̿́́͝p̵̡̛̤͔̪̮͇͈̰̺͚͐͌̈́̈́̉̒͜ė̷̢̼̲̜͈̘͕s̶̢̨̢̢͍͎̬͉̥͎̝̮̩͍̆̀̇̓͐͐́̈́̄̿͐̕ ̷̢͕̻̈͛̈́̎̉̎̏͘͝ą̶̢̻͈̣̣̟̥͕̺̊̾̈́͗̀͗̓̄̕̚͝͝͠͠n̷̰̘̭̉d̴̡̳͉̮͔̗́̔̒̉̌̄͗͋̐̑̂̚ ̸̡̛̗̞͛̈́͗̉̍̊̊͝͝d̵̡̻̜̮̬̩̜̓̓̋̈́̾̀͊̍́̀̀̅͊͋͠ǫ̶̭͓̭̯̱̫̳̤̭͕̠̫̖̇͋̄̍̅͜g̴̛̥͎̺̦̫̳̺̝͓̳̰̖̻͔̍͛̆̌̾̈́̚͝š̶̡̢̺̘̱̤̪̠̰͑̅͆̽̽̓͑ͅ.̶̰͕͚̹̗̣̹͎͍̥̭̈̓͐̂́͊̀̐͘



It was a very condescending voice, if one were to decipher its tone. Somehow, this one’s words cut a little deeper, and Mura had yet to figure out just why. He was sturdier than that, he shouldn’t let words get to him…



N̴̢̛̹̤͚͍̍͗̆̈́̈́̍͗̃̄̃̃̕͘ó̷̧̟̹̺̜͓͇̗̙̹̹̣̤̽́̃̅̈́̽ ̷͖͕̗̝̼͈̭͙̭͍̤̤̈̄̎̿̍̏͜͝ͅļ̷̙̩̬̫͕̣̿͊͊̃͊̍̓̍̆͛͛̚͝ö̷̡͓̯̀̓̇͝ṋ̴̝͋̋̈͗͑͗̽̌̀̆̀̒̕̕͝ͅģ̴͕̜̍̅̉͆̿̉̓́͂̈́ę̴̪̱͙̮̪͔̰̀̉̎́͊r̷̪͓̩̺̭̤̜̬̃̃̂́̽̒́̾̂̄̈́̐͠͠͝ ̷͉̦̞͇͒a̴̡͚̗̭̮̲̘͐͂̑̊̍͆͘͝ ̴̨̛̲̦̭̖̼͙̮͙̣̝̌̒͒̈͊̆́͑͜͠s̸̻̏̋̑͛̏̎̚ṫ̵̛̮̝̩͌̈́̓͌́̈́͌͂̽͋̕͝͝o̷̯̒̈́͛̈̈̒̀̐̒̏͂̊͂̃r̸̢̢͓̙̥̹̯̱͇͍̘̩͆̋̃͝͝ͅͅy̵̩̅̊̾̀͘̚ ̷̧̡̘̘̜̱͎̺̙͑̑̈́̿͜ţ̷̛͍͍̺̘͎̉́̾̒̈́̏̐͝ͅǫ̶̩̟̗̭̠͖̬̩̝͕͊̓̆͝ ̷̢͈̼̻͙̳́̐͌́̿͂̈́̂̐̂̈́̾͝ṭ̸̻͍̮̲͓̻̖̆͑̓̿́̓̈̆̌͗̚͝e̴̫̿l̸̛͈͖̫̟̳̂̔̽̓͆̑̌́̈́̄͜͜͝l̷̠̬̖̆ ̷̧̨͉͙̲̞̣̭̘͓̯̰̓̈́̓̓̽̏̎̔̉͝ͅć̵̢̛̤̟͈̗̫͊́̽͌̅̎̈́̎͌͝͠͝͝h̷͇͕̙̓̑̾́̈̋̌͘͝i̵̢̨͖͖͇͖͚̰̳͖͔̗͎̓̀̔̐̈́̅̾̓̒͂͆͜l̷̡̦̼͍̲̱̖̪͖̰̬͕͙͕͝ḓ̶̢̢̧͎̞̖̲̻̗͚͖͕͖͌͜r̶̛̠̈̓́͘e̶̟̼͎͉̹͕̟͍̿n̵̛̲̙̐̓͑͠ ̴̢̗͔͇̜̭̹͓̟͍̂͆̽̋̐̿͐͐̑̄͜ͅȁ̵̧̹̫̺͎̰͛́̇͑̓̌̓̇͆̕͠s̸̡̧̢̡͇͈̭͚̠̬̖̹̘̮͖͒̈́̄̓̕̕͠͝ ̴͚̠̺̹̼͚̺̓̊͂͜ͅt̸̬̘̖̤̻̓̊̔̉̀̈̃̒̆̒͘͠h̶̛̻̻͉̟̙̦̦̩̭̓̃͋̋̿̉͗̾̀͒͂̆́͝ë̵̳͙́̇͐y̴̛̛͍̫̝̞̳͎̘͈͔̥̹̎͑͆͛͛̇͒̍̕͜ ̸̞̗̺͎̟͓͖̲͒̄̅͂̍̎̍͘̚͘͝g̵̡͖̻̳͇͖̭̲͔̩̹͇̙̖͛͆͑̽̈́̄͐͊͋̅̚͘̕̚o̷̗̓͂͐́̊̾̕͝ ̷̧̹͎̗͓͉͍͔͇̬͛͐͋̈́͂͌̀̓̕͝ţ̸̛̘̗͙̬̞̝͕̒̏ǫ̶͍̪̘̬̪̖͇̗͚͐̉̃̚͜͠ͅ ̵̣͇͈͙̰̥̆̇̀́̄̀͘b̸̛̛̲̭̰̖̣̹̹̠̹̦͙͔̠̻͈̏͆͛ḛ̵̹̥̬̭̤͕̫̣̮̤̜̆́̒̈̚͜d̶̢͚̯͚̘͍͇̻̘̦̘̮̳̺͆͗͋͘͜.̵̨̡̨̩̹̤̝̠͎̣̤̀̂̾͝ͅ ̶̡̡̛̛͇̲̫̣̜̤̞̳̝̉͊͗̃͐̒̈́̏̽̌̔͝N̵̗̎́̒o̴̭̱̰̩̞̘̟̎̔̚ ̸̘̩͓͖͈̯̪̙́̽ͅl̵̨̼̲̞̤̩̦̖̣̹̞̒̃̆̇̋͒̉͒͘o̸̡͕͓̣͚̻̝͖̲͖̞̲̓͛͆͛̈́̅n̸̢̠͓͇͍̙̫̐̈́̂ǵ̷̢̥̥̥̹͖͇̌̿͊̓͂̅͘͝e̵̢͇̝̲̯͋͗̎ȓ̷̢͚̘̣̼̇̐̇͋̆́ ̴̻̘̱̱̇̎̽́͂̍̊̕á̸̝̮̮̯͚̄̓͛̅̽̉͘͝ ̴̨̡̨̢̧̻̰̥̭̟̥̣͈̒̅́̿̒͆͂̚͜͜p̸̢̫͖̭̃̄à̴͖̳͚͙͖̣͖̠̯̹̈̈́̈̔̆r̴̛͉̥̰͖̟̉̓̌͂̈̃̂̑̒̎̔͊́͝a̸̮͔̹̖̲͎̭̟̩̋̓͛g̵̘̩̪̜̝̬̠̭͓̐̾́̊͗̋̄́̀̆̊͗̽͘̚͜͜o̷̭̜̲̝̖̝̘̘͐̒́͑̑̀̈͑̈̂̄͐͘̚̚ͅn̸̡̰̖̞͔͉̲̳̑̂ͅ ̸̮̥̝̫͒͝ǫ̶̖͙̺̲̿̈̎̔̓͂̔̀͘͠f̷̧̧̛̹̺̪̪̺͎̣͖̙͎̹͑̓͌͑̈́̎̿̉̉́͋͋͝͝ ̶̧̳̞̗̲̪̩̮̦͎̤͔̣͉̎͛͆̄͆́̋̈́͊̀̏̇͜ě̸̪̠̘̬̀̓͗̍̍x̸̢̧̠̥͇͇̠̲̻͔͔̤̩̆͌̄̔̀͛͘ͅp̶͚̗̯̤̬̭̞̦͉͂̄̈́̉̔̎͊̉͑̆̎́̆̚̕l̴̫̬͔̤͉̔̂̐̈́̏͑ơ̸̡͇̗͙̥̤͇̣̣͍̺̞̤̳͆̊̍̇͆͊́̿̃͋͠r̸͔̯̳̺̀̿͆̊a̶̤̐̆̿̌́̂̎̽̑t̶̛̺̫̰̣̺͔̩͇̻̦͑͑͒̈̓͘̚͝į̴̡̧̨̡̼̻̦͚͇̿͒́́̈́̊ō̷͇̲̲̯͖̫͊̚͝ñ̷̢̧͕͖̥͚̙̺̬͉̭͕͍̄͗̈̅͗͛̓̃́͘̕͠.̸̢̛̤͍͖͚̼͖̩̰͙̝̲̻̈̒̋̒͐́̆̅̎̒̚͝͠ͅ ̵̠̬̦̱̖̰̗̳̫̱͍̘̊̈͑̿̏̈͘͝N̷̢̡̮̥͖͉̭͚̟̯͎͉͓̫͉͗̃̇͌̅̈́̏͂̅̂̓̌̈͒ơ̴̺̹̝͑́̉͋̈͒́̈́̚͝ ̶̧͙̦͖̟͙̜̮̹̝̞̮̙̼̲̔̒̐͑̎̀l̴̢̛̫̘̲̘̼̞̩̽̂̋͜͝͝͝ͅô̵̢͉̳̝̻̗̥̺̳̼͜n̴̡͈̆͊̋̔͐̚͝g̷̨̨̡͉͍̞̟͖̳͔̓̌͒̆̓͑́͐̽͗͊̕͝ȩ̸̝̬͕̭̄̀́̈̂̚͜r̴̨͎̰͍̟̱̟͖̟͆̇̌̀̓̽̀̃̓ ̶̨͙̩͕̦̙̫̯̗̞̺͓̞̰̺̉̏͝F̷̢̡̪̬̻̦̑̓͜͝a̸͇̘̖͕̐̔͊̏̒̿̃̈́̌̊̚͘̕͝͝ͅͅi̷̭̩͕̣͇̺͌̂̐͝ř̴̨̡̹̼͇͙̭̘̬̲͋͜ͅȳ̵̝̤͈̫̬̳̀̔̾̉ ̷̻̱̓̓̓̏T̸̢̛̙͓̒͘͘͝a̵̛̙̻̳͖̓̾͆̑́̀͋̚ͅí̵͚̲̹̳̫̜͚̙̙̾͆̆̈́̒̽̕l̵̡̻͍̗̣̮̲͕͎̫̭̭͔͚̇̃̇̾͌͗̕.̷̧̺̳̤̲͕͚̤̫̣̠̈̏͌̋̾̔͒̀̉̽̋͝ͅ.̴̢̡̱̲̏̀͗͑̐.̷̡̙̥͚͎͉͍̇̀̏͊̂̏̐̒͐̓̅̽͠ ̶̢̨͕̼̜͚̯̖̭̙̣̞̝̹͕́̑́͒̅̊̽͐͘̕s̵̨͕̞̳̙̥̬̪̥̹͔̾̚i̸̳̭̱̒̐̀̍̒̄͆̈́̽͋̀̋̉m̴̧̨̡̤̲̘͓̙͓̪̖̭̦̅͜p̷̨̨͙̞̫̤̾̿̿̍͗͌͋͗̍͠l̵̡͖͖̲̺̠͗̊ỳ̶̞̲̻͔͈͓̓̈́̀̋̊͋̋̕͠ ̶̡̧̧̹̞̹̲̦̺̒͛̊͂̆̌̈̽͜a̵̛̛͍̞̬͂̒̐́͆̈́͘͝ͅ ̴̣̩̣̺̺̍͌̓̐̓̒f̸̨̨̼̣̙̙͚͈̟̟̣͔̺̑̒̉o̷̲͓͔̬̙̽̃̇̒̿͝r̷̖̜̤̞̉͛̀̒͆̚̚g̵̛͙̳̘͔͛̄̃͊̓̏̄̈́͛͋̌͆͘̚ͅe̷̢̛̠̻̩̣̠͍̫̼̜͓̎̐̿ͅț̷̯́̀̇t̷̹̤̣͇̽͋͛̐́͆̈́̌́̆͂̋̂͝͝a̸̤̗̙̺͂b̵̨̛̪̪̰̻̙̰̺̏̍́͌̀͊͛̓̆ͅl̷̳̝̖̈́ê̸̡̤͕͚̠̻̖̮͚̘͐͋̃̉̓̄͐̔͌̓̋͜͜ͅͅ ̴̡̩͉̮̩̪̠̩̔͛͐̐̌̒̑͗̑̊͑̔̊͘͝f̶̫̖͈̝̲͂̽̏̋̄͆̿̉́ͅà̷̩i̷̛̛̮̲̖̥̯̩͓̤̦͛̆̾̌̐͒͋͛̂̎̅͆̉r̸͍̪̮͚̂̈́͗͗͊͑̇̉̒̍̇͘y̴̨̌̆͑͐̾͛͛̆ṱ̵͔̳̜͕͙̪̣̫̼̹̯̏̀̒̐̊͂̿̈́͒͆a̶̡̛̗̪̟͉͈̼̭͔͔͎͐̋̏̽͌͛̈̔̀l̵̰͉͇̬͖͉̣̝͒̉͂̇e̸̛̦̱̣̯̠̖͈̘͂̾͆̇͒̈́̈́͘͘̕,̶̧͕͚̙̠̏̒̍̎͋͝͝ͅ ̴̛̭̩͕̖̬̳̟͎͛ẅ̷̛̯̘̻̺̤̬̭̱́̆̅͗̆̓̃͆̔͆̚͜i̸̪͙̱̇͆͒̂̾̓̔̈́̐̔̀̕t̵̮̟̟̤̭͔̼̩͎̝̀͛̂̉h̴̖̾́́̆̒̕ ̶̼͓͔̣̟̞̿̄̿͛̾̎̅͘͘͠͝ą̵̭̭̜̹͂̿͑̅́̅̇̐̿̔͊̚ ̶̧̢̛̬̫̯̤͙̹̦̼̳̫̗̯̉̈́̿̈́̅̈̈́̐̽̂͗͗͘͝ş̶̱̙̈̒̇̋̊͘a̴̢̡̢̛̛̳̫̦̠̦̱͍͇̤͕̎́͆̀̋̈́̏͑͒͝͝d̴̢̙͚̜̙̰̥̯̥̩̩̮̺͌́͜ ̴̡̡͎̞̞̰̯̘̎͗̊̆̿̓́́͗̋͑̐̕̕ȩ̴͖̹̅̇̌̉̈́̈͋̂͒̓̃͠͝͠ṉ̸̡͈̩͉̜̫̘̱̼̘͙̋͒͊͗́̑̄̐̒͜͠͝ͅd̶̫̘̼͎̠͖̀̎̄͐̆̓͗̎̋̈̐͐̈͋͜ì̴̛͖̳͍̘̑̊̈́͗́͂͂͂̽̏͊̕ņ̷̣̱͕̝̟̠̟̤̙͛̓͑̒̾̈́͋͘̚ĝ̴̨̛͚̥͖͓͙̆́̀̎̇̆́̚͠ ̴̧̧̖͉̠̭́̅̓͠ć̸̛͔̩͕̫̙̭͆̏̆̅̽̒̽̊͊̉͝͝͠o̴͖͉̞̠̪̤̳͚͌́̋͆̒͐̽̈́͊͂̚m̸̧̟͚͑̃̏͊̋̀̓͗͊̓͜ḯ̵̱͜ṅ̶̡̨̢̮̠̥̥̞̟̜͚̋̊̍̀̏̌̑͘͘͜ǧ̶̝̺͕͚̞̖̥̻͉̹̹̆͐͐͒̀́̈͂̀͂̀͘̕͜͝ ̶̡̻̠̗͛́̒͝n̶̢̛̮͔͈̣̦̙̬̤͉̦͈͍̠̾̉̉̿̊͋̚ȩ̵̧̲͖̬̩͖̼̤̀̂̽̿̿͗̊͋͊͐̚͝a̴̛̟̯͍̓̍͐̎̇̽ͅȓ̴̨̧͓͖̱̦̖͈̰̙͇̥̇̐̎͌.̷̨̟̘̪̺̞̦̝̯͍͚̀͐́̓͋́̚͠ͅ



Acennan was knees deep in the now yellow, glowing pool of pure mana. It was thick, oily and brushed against the rock walls, but the pool remained an inconceivably large source of mana. Mana enough to charge any sort of spell imaginable to man, spirit and beast… but not a soul would be able to wield all of this at once. The pool was almost the size of a large lake, spanning over a kilometer in radius. Acennan, himself, was in the middle of it – with yellow-white mana flowing all around him, supplying him with inhuman amounts at a time. He made quite a spherical beam, making it easy to spot from the entrance where Mura had shown up.

“Tell me… how come the guild’s named Fairy Tail to begin with? Like a fairytale? You like deluding yourselves all the time, like small kids in denial… or you did.”

Acennan’s sword was already drawn – a straight, dual-edged katana – for he expected without doubt that someone was going to attack him; either from afar, or from close range. Whoever chose the latter was brave and suicidal, in his eyes. “Like fantasizing yourselves heroes and legends in your own, small fairytales…”

Mura had begun charging his right arm up, for his Guild Mark had branched out towards it. This was a sign that he was preparing a Guild Spell, but he quickly came to the unwanted conclusion that the effects of invading the Core Tree’s magic had somewhat stunted his ability to cast it. Fairy Law was, simply put, charging up wayyyyyy too slowly… and if he was having trouble with it, then the two Aces would definitely stumble upon the same issue. Vandrad and Akemi had other means of combat, and so did their Guildmaster… but why Mura decided to start off with a Guild Spell did speak volumes about his growing paranoia.

“Maybe it’s ‘cause you realized that, long ago… that you were never heroes in fairytales saving everyone for the goodness of your dead, little hearts. That heroes always end up hurting someone that they don’t care about… someone like me… and why care about someone like me? I bet I’m just a villain waiting for my debut.”

While Mura pondered over his Guild Spell’s malfunction, in that short span of time, an auric serpent was manifesting around Acennan’s body. It was a mesh of black and white, with darker tones revealing its status as a God Slayer Spell. “Well, here I am, heroes. Here am I, and my guild Raven Tail. Greet your so-called villains well… and let’s wager.” Without warning, the auric serpent around him flew straight towards the entrance at mach speed, passing by an evading Mura and continuing on its way up the entrance to slam into Aven, should it get the chance to.

“Who’s the villain in this story, eh? Who’s the hero? Do morals matter now… or should we just see who wins?”

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What kind of magic was it... Akemi pondered this question, as the answer could be quite complicated. She could distinguish between different types of magic in the same way humans could see colour, but just like how colours could be confusing her perception wasn't perfect. Yet it was a good question that Nymara asked, and if she was given an opportunity to educate her apprentice Akemi wanted to make use of it.

"There's a lot of natural mana on this island, and whatever it is that our adversaries are doing is causing it to overflow to the point it's leaking." She frowned. "Such raw, unrefined mana is volatile and dangerous. In theory, you could use these mana wounds as an energy source, but more likely anything that comes into contact with the wounds gets warped and tainted. If you tried consuming it as a slayer it might give a temporary boost but it'd mostly just make you very sick.

For comparison, while your flames are unusually wild that wildness is an aspect of your magic and your control. The mana you use is produced by your body and safe for you to use." Holding up her left hand a small dark flame seeped out from between the bandages, coating her index finger. "When you eat flames your body digests the fire and converts it into your own energy. Natural fire and pure fire magic are easily digested, but the more impure the fire the harder it is to digest. This may look like fire and behaves similarly, but if you tried to eat it you'd get sick." While it was theoretically possible for Nymara's body to adjust itself to eating these dark flames Akemi produced, it was extremely unlikely. "Raw mana is as impure as it gets, as it's every type of mana at the same time yet also none of them. This is also why there's no such thing as a mana dragon: anything that could directly absorb raw mana without restrictions would itself be a creature of pure mana. Anyone else requires some method to refine and stabilise the raw mana into a safe form, such as what you can find in the crystals Mura handed out before we went through the portal."

Of course, this explanation did include a fair amount of conjecture. Magic was one of the most complicated and enigmatic aspects of reality, and even after thousands of years of the most intelligent individuals studying the topic there were still many questions left unanswered. Akemi did the best she could reading as many tomes and scrolls as possible within a limited timeframe, but she still could only be as confident as her sources.

She dismissed the dark flame as Nymara made it clear she understood the importance of not burning the forest down. The fire slayer had gone through a lot of training to improve her control over her flames, so as long as she didn't forget what Akemi said the assassin believed it should be manageable. Even if Nymara did start igniting their surroundings she could step in and prevent the damage from spiralling out of control... unless, of course, their prey started making things genuinely difficult. That wasn't usually a problem, but anyone who managed to infiltrate Tenrou Island and mess with the flow of mana was more than your average dark mage.

"I appreciate the trust, but don't get overconfident. They could be more dangerous than you're expecting them to be."

At least Nymara didn't have any objections to Akemi hiding within her shadow. Having a position from which to launch a surprise attack did make things a lot easier for Akemi: she was at her strongest when she could catch her prey off-guard, after all.

With Akemi sticking to Nymara's shadow they moved according to the firebrand's will, slowly making their way towards where two people were waiting for them. They were strong enough that even with all the mana wounds acting as flares the assassin could still sense their presence, especially the one who had a curiously metallic scent to him. It was different from mere armour or weaponry: it was mixed with more organic scents in a strange manner which suggested that it was all the same material.

She didn't have to wait long to see from her hiding spot what she'd been sensing, as Nymara stepped forward and the crossroads came into view. One of the two people waiting for them wasn't very interesting to Akemi: he smelled cold, terribly cold, but beyond that, he was plainly human. The other, however... Akemi's suspicion that the metallic scent didn't come from armour was spot on, as instead, she observed an unusual figure who appeared to be shaped out of metal. Was his entire body like that, or was it only the uppermost layer? Was this some kind of living metal? If so, that could make things difficult... Armour had plenty of weak spots, but there weren't any gaps in this person's alloyed skin. Furthermore, judging by the amount of power he possessed and how tightly packed his mana was his skin was also a lot stronger than mundane steel. Inflicting a serious wound would become difficult if she could only penetrate his hide with her strongest spells.

Once Nymara started fighting Akemi would no longer be able to stay in her apprentice's shadow, as Nymara's flames would throw around too much light. Instead, she swapped to Praise's shadow once he was close enough for his shadow to overlap with Nymara's, observing as the firebrand managed to evade the metallic man's assault by launching herself into the air. Judging by the difference in mana this alloyed assailant would most likely be too much for Nymara to handle...

Biding her time, Akemi wouldn't act until Nymara had thrown up a cloud of thick smoke to blind their enemies. With their vision obscured Akemi's hands would rise up from Praise's shadow, grabbing hold of the ground to pull the rest of her out of the ground. Balancing on her hands she'd spin her legs, intending to sweep out Praise's legs from underneath him before pushing herself into the air and flipping upright to land on her feet. Placing her hands together she'd cast her magic onto Praise's shadow, which darkened before countless tendrils rose up to try and wrap themselves around their parent, pulling taut to hold him against the ground.

She'd considered immediately going for the kill, but the cautious part of her had decided that this would most likely be ineffective. While she was an expert at controlling her magic and keeping herself concealed any spell powerful enough to pierce through Praise's armoured skin would also require enough mana that the man would almost certainly sense it in time to evade. Instead, she'd first incapacitate him so she could eliminate him while he was unable to escape or fight back. As for the other one... "Keep the masked man busy."

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The kitsune wasn’t quite sure what to make of the guy and as he embraced her from behind, Menka briefly pondered about her best course of action. She had to admit that she’d much rather just fool around in his arms than fight but wasn’t he one of the guys who were causing all the trouble? Her efforts in catching a fish had most certainly paid off but what should she do now that she had one? Lashing out at him wasn’t in her nature and the currently red haired woman made no effort in doing that. Perhaps she could talk him out of a fight and instead come to another arrangement? He seemed rather enamoured with her, something that figured out the moment her Slayer senses picked up on him. Maybe a tug on his heartstrings would sort things out?

She looked over her shoulder at him, giving the male a once over, a flirtatious smirk crossing her features. “I’m Menka and I’d like nothing more than to wander off with you for a bit. I’ve never been a lover of fighting and I’m sure that we can think of other ways to help pass the time. I must say that you’re pretty brave to grab me from behind though. How’d you know that I wouldn’t turn around and smack you around a bit?” Her tone was as teasing as ever and the kitsune came off more as mischievous than intimidating, toying and playing with him.

In a moment, she had moved around in his arms so that they were face to face, giving her a proper look at him. “Before I go anywhere with you though, at least give me a name to go with that adorable face of yours.” She ran a hand down the side of his head at that point. He looked completely besotted with her and Menka wasted no time in pouncing on that feeling, every brush against him, every word spoken and every glance from her mischievous eyes. It appeared that she had him around her little finger and the kitsune had to do her best not overdo it, lest she let him off the hook. It wouldn’t be the first time that she’d been overeager or the last.

She spoke again after a short time, chuckling. “Don’t tell me. You have a thing for kitsune, right? Is it the tails or the ears?” It was only natural. She seemed to attract people wherever she went and as the continued shouting of another male nearby, Menka mused that perhaps that gift was at work again. Yet, did she honestly want to encounter two enemies here? She knew that she was strong but there was only so much that she could do at her level of strength. It would be a gamble if things went wrong and they decided to attack rather than fight her. She’d have to keep her wits about her if she wanted to get out of this without getting into too much trouble.

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Mura's leadership skill have certainly improved. As Aven followed the guild through the portal, he stayed close to Mura's side, silently observing the Guildmaster's demeanor, and absorbing his orders. Given the current situation, there would be no arguing with Mura here: there could only be one voice of command on the battlefield, or people would certainly die.

Aven surveyed the autumn wood around them, taking note of the pale corruption Mura spoke of. He briefly reached over to a nearby tree, placing his hand on a strand of white veins, and frowned. He couldn't tell whether it was corrupting or draining the woodlands, but it was evident that the area's magic signature was in flux. When Mura announced their preliminary battle plan, he nodded grimly. It was unlikely he could glean anything of true significance from just the aftereffects of the blight, but at the Tree itself, they were certain to find answers.

Taking off toward the tree, Aven was silent still, deep in thought, his eyes trained on Mura, more than anything else. The man had been far easier to read, when they were younger; now, it was far harder to get an immediate gauge on his movements. He'd grown much stronger in the time Aven had been gone, that was certain, but an unsettling sense of dread forming in the pit of Aven stomach told him they would need every bit of strength they had for the coming battles. The closer they got to the tree, the denser and more ominous the ethernano around them became, as though it were beginning to oppose them, throttling Aven's magic... Aven could only imagine the kind of strain it was putting on the Fairy Tail wizards that didn't have an alternate source of power to rely on, and to his knowledge, the Guildmaster was one such individual.

All the more reason to give this one hundred percent from the start.

Another flood of Dark Matter particles burst from Aven's right shoulder, a tight and focused torrent traveling down and swirling around his arm up to the clawed gauntlet. His left arm was his only limb that remained uncovered by the substance, and with each passing moment, the void-like empty aura around him would grow, random particles floating off into the air around him. Only two more. Once his Transcendence was fully active, he was confident that he could protect both Mura and Takumi. Speaking of which...

Aven turned his attention to the blonde Slayer beside him, the dark violet hues of his irises boring into the individual. Yet another Fairy Tail wizard he was unfamiliar with, though such things were natural when one took such an extended hiatus. The young man's finery suggested nobility, and his demeanor marked him as someone Aven would've undoubtedly gotten along with, were they not in such dire straights upon meeting. Unfortunately, the latter had the magic presence of a fledgling wizard, and they were heading straight into the lion's den. "Takumi, you mentioned that your specialty is support magic. I also specialize in support, specifically defensive barriers. In the upcoming battle, please focus all of your support on Mura, rather than me, and preferably only healing and magical enhancements. Any defensive magic you cast on yourself, Mura, or I will almost certainly be overridden by the Dark Matter shells that will naturally form around you from my Transcendance." Despite the ominous echo of his voice, there was concern in his tone. "Fairy Tail will certainly need all the strength it can muster, so be sure to stay within range of my Aura once it's active. I cannot easily protect you outside of it, and there is a good chance the enemies we face here may tear you asunder in a single blow without that shell." Avoiding casualties was Aven's first priority: success was secondary.

Upon reaching the base of the massive tree, Mura gave further direct to Aven, but Aven shook his head. "Apologies, Mura, but my Circle Magic is barely functional right now, due to the shock from earlier. There's nothing I can do about that presently, I'm afraid." He didn't mention it, but his Circle magic has long been eclipsed as any reliable form of combat. He found that the more he experienced, the less such situational magics could accomplish, an unfortunate side effect of gaining strength. Instead, he trailed Mura into the deep of the roots, observing Mura's strange behavior as they grew closer. It seemed as though something was eating away at him...?

Suddenly, Aven heard the voice. It echoed from inside the deepest recess of the cavern they were encroaching on, taunting Fairy Tail as he spoke of Heroes and Villains. As he caught a glimpse of the vast pool of pure magic energy, Aven also took stock of the figure in the center, who seemed to be... absorbing the energy? Channeling it? It was hard to differentiate between the two, but the difference in consequence could easily mean life or death. If he was absorbing that amount of power, his strength would've needed to be just as vast, and if he were channeling it, that would mean he effectively had control over the entire island. They would need to discover the nature of his abilities, and fast!

As if on queue, a mass of energy in the shape of a dragon formed from the man, with the distinct wispy black aura of God Slayer magic. It hurtled toward Mura, who deftly dodged, continuing toward Aven and Takumi. Aven's perception sped up in response to the attack, as he gauged the strength of the blow... and the answer was disastrous. Without his Transcendant Form fully active, Aven didn't have enough power to completely deflect that density of energy, and since his body didn't share the same acceleration as his mind, he didn't have time to dodge. He could use Vantablink to teleport to safety, but then Takumi...!

Aven's form flickered in place, a translucent dark energy barrier hugging his form like a shell. He shunted his left arm forward to meet the dragon, deflecting it up and over himself, forcibly changing it's trajectory, loose soil sprinkling down from the tunnel wall above them. Both the dragon and the Dark energy barrier surrounding him were gone... and with them, his arm, only a short stump, emitting a steady deluge of dark particles. Aven's eyes narrowed venomously at the enemy in front of them, and his voice echoed out toward it. "You're a fool. The author decides who the Heroes and Villains are, and the authors of history are its victors. You'll have no say in the matter!" With that declaration, Aven raised his right arm, clenching his fist, and another barrier of dark energy surrounded himself, Mura, and Takumi. "Go, Mura. We've got your back!"

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Leo watched carefully for any patterns in the enemy's behavior and exploitable weaknesses. Easier said than done as there was little to no interaction between any of them and the thing he knew, they have moved out, possibly to attack his family. However, the old man chose to stay in position and let them make their move. Leo always had faith in the abilities of his children and grandchildren in Fairy Tail. What's more is that it would allow for the tree to be lightly defended. Indeed, now would be the perfect time to strike at the person responsible for attempting to harm them.

Leo stood up and packed away his items for scouting and grasped his blade that he had placed down on thee ground to tuck it away securely behind his back. However, before he could even take a step for the tree, he was alerted by a sound coming from the woods as evidenced by his head moving a bit in a snap. From his peripheral vision he saw a man with blonde braided hair and pink clothes hiding behind a tree. The man called out for one called Sangreal that could not be seen anywhere. Leo stood still out of caution while he reached out with his senses. Feeling the forces of area for any magical entity but to no avail. Whoever this person and Sangreal was, they were adept at hiding. Scouts perhaps, he thought. Which is why he paid little attention to them when the true prize is inside their sacred tree.

Leo stepped out of the bushes and headed for the tree. As he ran, he heard another voice from the forest, a woman's voice and assumed it to be that of Sangreal's that the man from earlier called for. It seemed to be assessing who the old man was and his strength from which he took great comfort in. These people didn't know who he was which meant he could surprise them, and that they really were just another group of mages whose egos have blown up so much so they thought they could take on Fairy Tail. However, nothing still that would incite Leo to change his plan on going inside the tree.

Sangreal didn't look to appreciate being ignored however as she proceeded to attack Leo with wooden spikes that manifested themselves a few meters above his head that were meant to stab with him force and speed. The moment they were an inch above him, Leo stopped moving and simply slowly turned around, without anything being done to the supposed cause of his immediate death. Though no blood of his was to be spilled. No screams of agony to be heard. The wooden spikes never made it to him. In fact they ceased to exist, replaced by a snow of ash falling down upon him and the ground. For while his mana and magical ability had been diminished it did not impede on his ability to be naturally swift in moving and pulling out a blade from a unstable dark rift  that held his weapons. In fact, the dark right was only starting to dissolve into nothing behind him. And the the fire sword responsible for the ashes was also tucked away behind his larger greatsword. All to keep the façade of his magical strength while the truth being it takes him time to open up rifts to his requip space. Though in Leonard's mind if hurling wood is all this Sangreal was good for then fire would be all he needs for now, the rest of his blades can join him later for if it comes down to a fight between them he intends to finish it with his trained speed and strength anyways. A fight he knows will happen though. Especially with the words he was about to say as he peered through the shadowed forest.

"If you're not coming out, I'll simply continue moving on to your master." He said loudly but calmly to the trees. There would be no point in expending what strength he had to flush out people that are adept at hiding when he could be ending it altogether by going after their enemy in the tree. After waiting a few seconds for a response that was not given, Leo turned around for the tree and continued walking in a brisk pace to make it appear to be in a hurry, that he was making a run for it. "I guess you'll never know if I am indeed light on my feet." he added, clearly taunting Sangreal.

In his mind however, Leonard had prepared himself for a long, hard-fought battle. If these slick people are indeed meant for scouting, it wouldn't make any sense for them to be left behind with the tree. They would have alerted stronger members to his presence to take him on instead. Perhaps they were strong, in which case he wouldn't want to face them under their depowered state. He had to loose them, give his magical strength more time to fully recover so he could battle whoever was messing with the pool inside the sacred tree which he simply assumed was their leader and hopefully entice that person to a one-on-one by revealing his identity. Yes, that sounded like a good plan to him. A plan that he had little hope for since he taunted this Sangreal, but on the other hand, wasn't bad to have. No, what he expected was a battle with an entity he had no idea looked like.

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The ‘divine’ dragon was swiftly deflected and sent through the roof of the tunnel by the white-haired Fairy Tail umbramage. The wielder of something as terrifying as Dark Matter was no wizard to take lightly… but he had paid a hefty price for that defensive action. It was all too clear by the stump that used to be his left arm.

But Acennan didn’t even bother to comment on that. In his own wicked world, Aven was as good as dead… for if one spell could de-limb him like that, then they were at a massive disadvantage. Witnessing the power of his God Slayer Magic made the Raven Tail Master giggle in jubilation – it was as if damaging Aven was all the proof he needed to convince himself that he had surpassed Fairy Tail, somehow. That he had diminished their sense of superiority in its entirety.

“You know… I completely agree with you,” Acennan decided to respond, right when Mura had darted down towards him again. The scroll on Mura’s back could only be used correctly if Acennan was caught in the radius of its ability, since the Core Tree’s mana pool was directly linked to the bastard right now. That was why the shaman had surrounded himself with the Battle Control spell, transforming Kyuken into a construction of armor plates and a longer ōdachi filled with magic power. He just needed a proper opening to open the scroll-

“But you lot love to lose! Just take a look!”

Acennan had begun channeling the mana of the pool below them at light speed. It was when every other Raven Tail wizard began feeling the resurgence of mana and the empowerment that it brought them, while Acennan himself immediately transformed. As a God Slayer, when his inner mana pool reached a certain threshold, his body would undergo Force – and that was exactly what he did, in the briefest of instants, all with the help of the mana of the Core Tree.

… The mana of the tree’s pool came from living people, that much was for sure. Otherwise, Acennan wouldn’t have been able to pull this off. “How many years, huh?! You have any idea how long it must’ve taken to amass this much power?!” The very step he took was enough to blow Mura’s Battle Control to splinters, only salvageable by the barrier of dark energy from Aven. Still, Mura floated back and began assaulting the transformed Acennan with crescent waves from swinging the blade of his Battle Control, trying to make the enemy exert more power and tire out.

… But that sort of strategy wouldn’t work when you were backed with mana of this caliber. Slowly, but undoubtedly, Mura was fighting a futile battle – at one point, he even tried to draw power from the pool himself, hoping that his Guild Mark could do the job. Sadly, Acennan’s direct influence in the mana prevented all Fairy Tail Wizards from drawing power from it, Mura included.

“It’s just…” Acennan began mumbling to himself at the sight of the exhausted Guildmaster, “You guys invite loss. You love suffering. After all these years, you could’ve used this bottomless power – all of it – to keep Magnolia Town safe… instead, you lock it away just like that! No wonder so many people perish with each invasion… first Savage Skull, then those Basilisks, then the damn Elysium hooligans. Once the Pergrandean army reaches Magnolia, it’s over-“

Acennan’s Force was absolutely overwhelming. Mura’s powerful spells couldn’t scratch him anymore – the bastard was fully exploiting, nigh abusing the endless mana that the Core Tree flushed into him. Even the Dark Matter surrounding the shaman from Aven’s defenses couldn’t hold the sheer abnormal power at bay, not when it constantly rejuvenated itself. “-so I’m taking over from here on. Me and Raven Tail! Once the rest of Tenrou Island’s power is channeled to me and my members, no force in all of Earthland will be able to stop us! And Magnolia Town… will be a safe haven one again! Safe and secure from fakers who care so little about their people’s safety…”

At this point, despite Mura’s best efforts, when his enemy used so much magic power with so much leisure, then it was only a matter of time before the shaman was buried under rubble from crashing into the cave wall. The mana pool of the Core Tree was like acid to his skin, constantly hostile towards the Fairy Tail Wizards as with the rest of the corrupted island as of right now. However… Acennan was looming right above him. Trying to pierce through the still active Battle Control.

Mura did well to hold Acennan from the other two mages, but the shaman sure had a habit of getting himself in a pinch like this one. Misfortune at its most potent, some would say… or perhaps an inability of some sort. Still, as long as Acennan breathed in this realm, the other Raven Tail Mages only appeared to grow stronger and stronger and stronger.

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(OOC: Sorry for the long wait, I once had an excuse, but that excuse expired long ago. Don't worry, next post and we'll turn the tables, so just make sure to not die in this round... like, please, don't get yourselves killed, these guys are getting stronger as they fight possible DBS Broly Movie reference there)

Akemi was about to sigh when her apprentice didn't appear to heed her warnings. However, the firebrand managed to clarify that she wasn't planning on eating the magic while the current crisis was ongoing before the assassin could chastise her, leaving her mentor with little to do but roll her eyes and put the topic behind them. She was somewhat suspicious that Nymara might still try something in the future, but as long as the fire slayer played it safe during this mission she'd leave it alone for now.

Besides, there would be some benefits to Nymara trying it out for herself under safer circumstances. The lesson would hold a lot more impact if the firebrand had to suffer the consequences rather than merely being told about them.

She'd only conjured the dark flames to help emphasise her point, but from the sounds of it Nymara was very intrigued by the revelation that her mentor could produce fire, even if this was only a mimicry of true fire. Akemi was under no delusions about the firepower of these dark flames: while dark fire had its advantages it wasn't a proper substitute for actual fire. Perhaps if someone had access to both dark magic and fire magic they could create dark flames that were more powerful than normal flames, but Akemi had zero affinity for fire magic.

"It'd be more accurate to call it an imitation of fire. Shadow magic is suitable for such tricks. I've got enough energy that I could create a sizeable amount of this, but it wouldn't be efficient. While Akemi preferred to rely on skill and finesse she did also have the raw power one could expect of an Ace of Fairy Tail, but that just meant she could afford to waste energy while dealing with weaker opponents. "Don't expect me to use this in a serious situation."

Of course, Nymara was also interested in the idea of being able to eat mixed and altered flames. Akemi looked at her with a frown. "Not through normal means. Any method which would allow you to eat mixed flames would also permanently change you, so it's not something you should do on a whim."

While it would have been a lie to claim that it was impossible Akemi wanted to make it clear that it wasn't something Nymara would be able to do with enough effort. Truthfully, for dragon slayers the methods were very limited: mixing dragon magic with either demon or god magic was probably the most realistic path, but those types of magic weren't easy to get your hands on.

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Her initial attack landed without any issues, the metal-skinned man quickly tied to the ground so Akemi could eliminate him with minimal resistance. However, before she could deliver the killing blow her eyes narrowed and she stepped back as her opponent didn't seem quite as helpless as she'd hoped. The metal that coated his entire figure was melting through the shadow bindings, the dark tendrils eventually disappearing into the ground as their target freed himself with minimal difficulty.

Taking care of this nuisance would be harder than Akemi had hoped. If he could turn his metal body into liquid... Depending on how skilled he was she'd need to rely on precise timing to hit him while he was solid.

As she considered her options she kept her distance from the masked cryomancer, feeling her flesh and blood body begin to cool down as she was enveloped by the freezing air. If Nymara didn't quickly figure out a way to negate the effects Akemi might have to interfere, which would give her own opponent an opening...

Fortunately, Nymara managed to grab the masked cryomancer's attention and counter the cooling effect, meaning that Akemi could safely focus on her own opponent for the moment. With the air no longer cooling down Akemi was prepared to take the opportunity that the metal-skinned man presented when he paid more mind to the unusual appearance of his right arm than the assassin standing before him.

She didn't know what his deal was, but for some reason he seemed to really dislike the dragon scales that were now covering his arm. An unwanted transformation? Whatever it was, Akemi wasn't going to let such carelessness slide. Even as Praise ripped off his arm and covered the wound with metal to prevent the dragon scales from coming back Akemi fell down into her own shadow, disappearing and reappearing right behind her opponent. Her bandaged hand was already transforming into a malevolent dark claw, but the first strike came from her other hand.

She planted her palm right between Praise's shoulderblades, dark magic attaching itself to the contact point in a split second before the assassin disappeared in a dark burst, reappearing several meters in front of Praise facing him with her dark claw held out.

Clenching the claw she pulled it back, causing a dark spike to punch straight through Praise's chest from behind as the assassin forced the dark magic she'd left behind on his back to return to her claw, regardless of any obstacles which might be in the way. She'd developed this particular trick to deal with armoured opponents: by pouring her dark magic into their armoured exterior she could puncture them much more easily once she activated the spell.

She doubted that this would be enough to take the metal-skinned man down, but at the very least it'd keep him busy and quite possibly piss him off. As stern and solid as his appearance might be his words sounded much less controlled, and the more worked up he got the easier it would be to take him apart.

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@Mura Kensho @Nymara

The kitsune didn’t even get a chance to answer Julius’s calls, as she was whisked away by Hachiman before she could. There was little in the way of fear emanating from her and she honestly felt that she was in control of the situation. He seemed to be in the palm of her hands and as the pair of them began to play with each other. She rescinded naturally to him, her limbs and body acting almost of their own accord. Better this than fighting, she mused, content with not exchanging blows. There was just something about combat that she despised and although she was formidable enough when pushed, that didn’t mean that she burst into lightning the moment that things seemed to not be going her…

Something changed in his movements as that thought crossed her mind and his gentle touches suddenly became far more aggressive, not to mention painful. He was changing from a playful pup to a ravenous wolf and Menka soon detected the scent of blood. Her blood. Now, Menka did not mind a little rough play but this was beyond that. He seemed almost to wish to devour her and it was then that she truly realised what kind of a monster she was facing. It was apparent that a peaceful resolution was not going to happen and so she reacted in kind.

With the scent of her own blood empowering her, the kitsune’s hands would turn to claws and she would viciously try to get him off of her, striking at him from whatever position she could. The yellow flicker of lightning would start to channel through her body, attempting to use it in order to force him off. She had no idea what he was capable of but there was no time now for doubts, the kitsune was in a struggle for a life and her only way out was through force. Her expression would go from gentle to feral in what seemed like moments, the pain activating her fight or flight reflex.

“Get off me you twisted piece of filth!” She howled, her voice charged and far more anger filled than usual. He was clearly out of his mind and the kitsune would stop at nothing to either knock some sense into him or just knock him out completely. There didn’t seem to be any other way for her to get out of the situation.

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