[08:05] Kuja Mori says, "Exxcuse me."
[08:05] Kuja Mori asks, "Are you interested in traininf?"
[08:07] Zerchanok looks at the stranger.

"What do you mean by training? And, who are you?"
(Zerchanok)
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[08:08] "I am officer Kuja Mori of Briar. "

The man quick to bring up his title as well as background as he was determined to reach a level of ifrit in which he'd be able to bring back the memory of Laemor.

"A series of spars, to as much as you please. I am currently trying to strengthen my chances of achieving 'Ifrit's claw. And I could surley need some practice."

Currently the problem Kuja was going through was maintaining the claw outside of emotion and accidents. And even when on the slight whim he wanted to dive into the Demonic strength that was ifrit, he couldn't even sustain it for long. So here he was making his attempt in the memory of Ifrit, a amateur, but he was trying.
(Kuja Mori)
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[08:12] Zerchanok strikes a look of confusion on his face... then it hits him, who is this Ifrit? Could it be as strong as Akasha? The only way to truly know, would be for him to dive into this head on...

"I am Zerch, I won't mind sparring you but first... tell me who this Ifrit is?"
(Zerchanok)
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[08:14] "Ifrit is a demon."

This was something he knew for sure. Well aware of the might and the strength with following down such a road of fire like he had. Flexing and clenching his fingers as he'd look down, visualizing what it was to hold all that power in his hands oncemore…

|and to those that wish to dig deeper, truly go that extra mile in the art, you could possibley learn 'The Ifrit's claw'. An ability Laemor was very notorious for using. And I will follow in his footsteps."

Looking away from his hand as he still couldn't conjur of the claw on whim, he'd motion the magi for the training grounds.

"Shall we?"
(Kuja Mori)
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[08:16] Zerchanok gave Kuja a nod.

"This "Ifrits claw" sounds interesting, let me see your strength."
(Zerchanok)
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[08:18] Zerchanok prepared his clone, equipping him with a fine mithril dagger. Zerch would also prepare his staff and ready his spells.
(Zerchanok)
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[08:20] "Ifrit… I call upon your gift."

Running out of options and thoughts to get the ifrit's claw to appear, sure he'd use his style and all. But -- why couldn't he conjur the claw? The gauntlet that was a Iconic piece to what the Ifrit's claw ability was.

Nonetheless so clueless what what he needed to achieve the claw beside dedication he'd achieve it the only way he knew how.

Hard work. In the fight to come utilizing the ifrit style as well as his own arsenal. The magi before him would see the might of a man who had already lost so much.

His tool of emotion here, a Arcanium blade.

His frame riddled in Fire with Wind pulsing around him, struggling o forceful balance the two, trying not to use just raw emotion.


(Kuja Mori)
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[08:21] Zerchanok exclaims, "Let's go!"
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[08:24] Zerchanok says, "...Hmmm..."
[08:25] Zerchanok asks, "Ready?"
[08:26] Zerchanok readied his summons instead... having more body shields is probably for the best.
(Zerchanok)
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[08:28] "!!!"

The man would come at you with all that he had. Eventually he would lose himself amongst the fighting-- still a bit mentally damaged as he'd slowly see you as an enemy.

His blade summoned oncemore with the might and strength that would rival of someone trying to cleave the man into pieces. During this siwng

It had happened again-- due to his hysteria and state of mind.. the ifrit's claw...

In his swing-- this time aware of such he'd stop. And so would the influence and mana of the gauntlet that summoned around his arm. Annoyed and angered how the ability as if -ran- away from him being his lack of ability to -hold- the claw.

"Again." Wanting to dive right back into fighting in his attempt to use his adrenaline to summon the demon's gift
(Kuja Mori)
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[08:32] Zerchanok could tell this man was no joke... blow after blow, Zerch just could not keep up... when he would exhaust his spells, he would be hit with a barrage of powerful strikes by his opponent.
(Zerchanok)
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[08:40] Zerchanok would fight. fight after fight he was growing with this stranger... Kuja, was strong.
(Zerchanok)
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[08:40] "I believe... I should stop holding back."

These fights were with the intention for him to learn more about the Ifrit's claw through training and watching his abilities. But being his partner here, he chose to hold back.

And it would become obvious that that would no longer be an option if he was to achieve what he really wanted.

You'd feel a wave of mana go by you, like a gust of wind, a sign that the dormant mana levels of this man were no longer shackled by this mentality.

Now... Now he was going for you full force, letting the whims and interlacing of his fire and wind do the talking, all the while hoping that without this mental barrier put up, The Ifrit claw would summon itself from his mana pools.

"Let's take it up a notch."
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[08:41] Zerchanok exclaims, "Alright!"
[08:45] Zerchanok fought with all he had... he knew he had to get stronger if he was ever able to reach Akasha...

"You are a tough opponent... one of the strongest I've fought... this "Ifrits claw" is that the power you are seeking? I am also seeking power from something."
(Zerchanok)
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[08:50] "!!!!"

The raw power you saw was the product of years and years of training. He was a old man, far out of his prime and far from any level of a prodigy. A man whom had gone through so much and gained so little.

This thoughts to riddle in his mind as he'd be dancing around the field using his speed and strength to continue to power into you with all his might that he had.

Within the final seconds he'd be face to face with you dark beam... A bit of hesitation but it soon to flee his mind, eyes furrowed in his determination to face it head on.

Watching the beam come toward him it would all happen in slow motion...

His Ifrit's claw summoned via this focus for these few seconds, the gauntlet primed and crimson. With a yell and a step forward he'd -dare- to attack -through- your beam for a fatal blow.

". . ."

He'd appear on the other side, body covered in your dark flames, hunched over in fatigue, his Ifrit's claw dissipating piece by piece .

Once again he had failed to keep the claw -- but he did manage to -intentionally- do one attack with it. Progress.

Zerch rising back to his feet, and Kuja removing his mask and sheathing his blade he'd have query as well

"And what is that you seek?"
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[08:54] Zerchanok noticed that during the fight, Kuja ran into his dark beam head on... without a care. doing this he saw Kuja use a powerful ability, but was unsure of what is was. Could it have been this "Ifrit" the man was referring to earlier? He only had one goal and that was it... he needed nothing more. After the fight, the man asked him what was it that Zerch sought to obtain. It was the power unlike another, a force capable of achieving what Zerch sought to achieve.

"I seek to obtain the power of the fallen angel known as Akasha."
(Zerchanok)
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[09:07] "He will grant you this. I am sure of it, only if you prove yourself."

A man who was also following his own path of what was the seek of power for his own disillusioned ideal of justice. He'd find himself putting away his mask and meeting on a even field of a pursue and goal with Zerchanok.

"He is a being that is so centered around themselves, that if you give up enough of yourself, you will gain it."

Just as Kuja was now thinking to himself. Always reflecting back to the Ifrit's claw that he just couldn't manage hold on to for more than meer seconds. He'd surely need to perhaps practice meditating? Shaking his head as it flooded with ideas to reach his goal.

"Nonetheless, I must perfect my art. I thank you for the training."

A nod and a back step as he'd begin toward town.
(Kuja Mori)
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[09:10] Zerchanok nodded back.

"I surely would like us to fight again sometime in the future... also, I hope you obtain the power you seek, I as well. Take care Kuja."
(Zerchanok)