Seishi Hidden Dev3

Seishi takes his hand, straightens it, and raises his glasses. A firm grasp was planted on the boy's shoulder as Seishi looked him dead in the eyes.

"I'm taking you with me.."

Completely seriousness expressed itself as it exited Seishi's lips.
(Seishi)

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Yandir frowns, lifting an arm of his own and resisting to Seishi's own grip, before utilizing his elbow to attempt to knock the man's hand off. A faint glow surrounds him, as his eyes dull to a deadly, vexed variant of their usual cyan tone.

"Hands off, sir. I won't hesitate to defend myself."

The chakram across his back agitates, tingling as if magnetized.
(Yandir)
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Seishi's expression doesn't waver. It constantly had it's stoic look. His iconic spectacles shine as he lowered his head and backed away from the boy. A violet hue began seeking from Seishi's clothes as he looked up.

"Defending yourself is all you're going to have to do then because, that wasn't a choice."

Seishi's hands and arms hovered near his side. His hair floats as he channels his energy within him.
(Seishi)
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Yandir doesn't seem to hesitate for a moment longer- he might not have been an excellent magus, in his budding state, but Ardith had taught him to claw. In Gehenna, you either do, or die.

He recedes several steps, summoning electricity around the edges of his weaponry, before throwing it forth and summoning luminescent, golden sparks from its length.

A fight erupted.
(Yandir)
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Yandir has sustained an injury in battle...

Yandir has rolled 2 or over: they may escape capture attempts (unless otherwise specified)!

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Seishi's eyes glowed brightly as he focused on the fight. It was completely in his favor before it even started. He could sense that boy was advanced in the arts of magic, but Seishi has had constant days and nights training endlessly until he wasn't able to train anymore. Even then, he'd still be training.

They both utilized lightning. That was a fact. His golden, Seishi's a nice violet color. He pressured the boy to the point of obvious defeat. Soon, he'd allow the boy to witness complete disfunction within reality. His hand out stretched as Yandir flashed here and there. Controlling both their movements so they'd but stuck in their tracks. A dark area would surround him.

"Plasma Prism Break..."

Seishi deals heavy damage to the boy making him submit, but not without taking an injury to remember this fight by. It was sad he couldn't have captured him. He was a bit too fast for his liking. Seishi's hand encroached with purple electrified flames. He dashed towards him and sent a deep stab into the boy's shoulder before he could run off. Seishi removed his hand and splattered the blood all of the grassy field beneath them.

"You have luck. I like that. I'll be here again.. watching. Now get out of my sight."

Good work, Seishi..!
(Seishi)
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His first fight surely would be something to recall.

As purple streaks of electricity clash with the sarradian's own aureates, it quickly becomes clear which had garnered the most potency successfully- as Seishi continues to advance, however, Yandir does not relent in his counter-attacks, delivering retaliating blows whenever he can land them, even if, ultimately, he is inevitably downed.

"You mongrel," he manages to gasp out, between the last blows that deliver him onto the ground, "I particularly had nothing against you Briarfolk, but now-"

Yandir's speech was interrupted by his own visceral, pained howl, as Seishi's plasma-bathed lunge perforated cloth, skin tissue and muscle, gashing a gruesome, cauterized scar unto his flesh.

Reflexively, he bites down into the flesh of his attacker, utilizing the distraction to flee- this wound would surely have been far graver, but there is an odd, viscousresistance that laving and dipping the vicinity of the mutilated spot, forming a bauble that seemed to hinder the most vicious effects of such an intense wave of plasma.
(Yandir)
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"Good. This is good."

Seishi turned in the direction of the cliffs. His hand touching his chin as those purple flames begin to die down on and around him. He'd look like a normal fellow instead of a fighter.

"I like to see that kind of expression. Those who dedicate themselves to a goal and the ones to do the most improving. Fight me again when we're equal. I'd hope the results change."

Seishi finished his little speech. His feet quietly clamping on the grass as he began to make his exit. Surely, he could stay there as this was their territory, but he didn't want to know who or what this boy would bring to get revenge. He'd soon disappear within the marsh towards the east.
(Seishi)