The Development of A Family Form.

Rodil had had enough with the younger boy's words and very simply stopped caring for anyone else's thoughts on the matter. A hard snarl of a threat escaped Rodil's mouth as he wasted no time at all in whipping out relatively his large black boomerang and throwing it right at Ioudith!!! The wind from underneath its arc faded black and crackled with dark energy as they flew towards the boy.

"Very!! Well!!"
(Rodil Sojah)
Around the boy lightning crackled, a flying boomerang towards him? That didn't bat an eyelid. "Good little dog.." He murmured softly, the boomerang almost at his face, then the boy simply vanished, crackle of lightning.

In that instant he was right beside the ookami, his pommel swinging at the head, no holds barred here.
(Ioudith Dirge)
Asteroth's eyebrows furrowed. Unsettled by the strange vibe being sensed from Zireena. She wasn't exactly sick, it simply annoyed the teen that she couldn't quite put her finger on what the disturbance was.

"And don't know what you got from that battle. The kid is exceptionally powerful, and melee is my weak point, I suppose," Asteroth said in justification. It ticked her off that Zireena may even be thinking of considering her weak.

"Yes, however. Perhaps we can talk more about your situation later. I assume you wouldn't want to speak of it in public, plus I have a fight to supervise."
(Asteroth)
Rodil had easily taken advantage of the wind generated by his boomerang, and the weapon's slightly unpridictable nature. But the moment Ioudith began to read through it's attacks, Rodil switched to his full offensive. Conguring winds into tornados and forcing even more winds around and underneath Ioudith's clothing effectively slowing him. This slowness has powerful and not even the mysterious shift into pure lightning could do to help the boy form the initial wrath.

Though despite this, the teleportation techniqe of the boy did stun him abit. Enough for Ioudith to collect himself at least.
(Rodil Sojah)
The boy never cared about that, around him the lightning crackled ever more, suddenly appearing, moving, disappearing. He wasn't a strong person but he knew about the power of wind, his mentor had that too.

"Such a quick dog.. how can you last without that slowing power of yours.. weakling.." Then around him bursted the full destruction of darkness, trailing from the boy in a shadowy trail, his red markings glowed slightly.

"Bring it.. Dog boy."
(Ioudith Dirge)
The tides were turned for at least a small point, the boy's darkness augmented his magic, giving him a punch, a thrust of extra power.

Around the boy the trails of shadowy darkness curled around him. "Little dog wasn't expecting that huh!?" He yelled out, darkness curling about him in this spar.
(Ioudith Dirge)
Rodil stopped caring about pretty much everything else in his dark desire to see Ioudith chopped up into itybity peices and fed to yokai. His rage was reflected by his almost feral growling and the intense winds surrounding him. There would be noting in his mind to sotp him from going nuts on Ioudith. Especially after that last attack.
(Rodil Sojah)
Rodil's wild rage was appearant in his seemingly. . . . .'Improvised' fighting style. No telling what exactly would happen to Ioudith if Rodil would actually injure or down the boy. The use of the black boomerang had decreased in general.
(Rodil Sojah)
The improvidshed fighting style caused the boy to laugh softly, his body completely curled in the darkness of his shadows.

"O..ohoho.." He said his stammer gone, his body looking beaten but then so did Rodil's so interesting..
(Ioudith Dirge)
Around the boy, the trails of shadow curled around him his sword etched with shadow, darkness helped him best the wild pup here a grin across his face as he did this.

His pommel grew bigger more concussive force to be added, lightning curling around it, building a taser. Chonk. The pommel touched to the equallity exhausted ookami's temple. A discharge of lightning to course through his body combined with the concussive force of his shadows..

Such a thing would even down an elephant. "Fall...you.. little.. dog.." He murmured exhaustedly, his body sagging in the full battle here, his red marks fading slightly from the expenditure of his mana of his stamina.
(Ioudith Dirge)
Rodil was crazy by this point. Screaming and snarling at Ioudith. Speaking very clearly about many things. Violent things, like torture and a particularly spiteful sentence that took the spotlight of Rodil's tornado of enraged words. 'Fuck her.' Who exactly, was something of mystery as the unsteady fight went on. With Rodil's management of health nowhere to be seen, his instinct filled rage pushed him through the various different attacks Ioudith had to offer.

Though the rage also left him with a lack of cognitive balance. Throwing his magic attack accuracy far off. Wildy so. This in turn caused his unsteady casting, and horrible balance while riding his tornado of wind. With it, it's extinguish left him wide open to attack. A shocking attack that sent him to his knees and back. Back very slowly into his right mind. Until he just sat there, leaning leaning on his boomerang. Head down wallowing in his own stunned hatred for almost everything. He had no words for the unconscious kid or anyone else who'd watched the side of him seldom seen.

This guy was super sad and tired now. He even looked sleep in his sitting position.
(Rodil Sojah)