nullification log 3

Djura accompanied the fellow warriors until Huangzhou's territory, marching upon their land with a perceptible apprehension, still, he has to retrieve Franziska! Unlike many of his side, he isn't fighting for the selfish thirst of battle, no.

He can't lose a friend, someone who he's very fond of! Besides that, it's an opportunity to capture an enemy to convert him, to show the Dreamer's passion and will.

The small Neries needs to use that opportunity! As the opponents appear, Djura is able to find an opponent alone, perhaps it's a good one to fight! Quickly, he runs toward that Kitsune, grabbing his staff and positioning it in front of his body.

"I'm not fond of wars, but Huangzhou captured my friend- there's no excuse, I wouldn't lose the opportunity of savin' a friend. I'm doin' it for Dawn, Franziska, and Sareen.

Besides Huangzhou's thirst for blood and execution, y'all are... dirty followers of an angel. We should pity 'em, they're against progress, they're livin' miserable lives--- they're unable to understand our struggles, to understand our pain!

I'm gonna free ya from their shackles, I'm gonna present Sareen and her passion towards humanity." Slowly, he's surrounded by something white, a strong energy, perhaps an inhuman one. Around him, there are cosmic sparkles, shining! The opponent would feel slightly drained, a feeling that doesn't stop, something given by the Dreamer to Djura.

"Yer mana shall be mine, just so I can teach ya how to use it properly."
(Djura)

Kuso taps his staff on the ground the occult feeling was strong within the man. The darkened flames would cover his body as his hazel hues met the man before him. Even recently the conversation he had before coming here was enough to make him remember what was told to him, no passion, or anything that would full the occult within his body. He'd empty his mind almost as if nothing had happened or been said to him, he'd numbed all feelings or attempted to at least.

 You say this but are blind to the truth, nothing has happened to her but yet the same could not be said of dawn if the roles were reversed. I will try my bed not to hurt you though you should take my words to lightly.

Enough of this chatter, let us begin we don't have all day and the others are probably done with the bouts. One thing I can respect is a conversation that's it and that's all.

Seems like the numbing didn't work out so well, why did he have to fuel his own fire? he needed more recollection if was to ever able to over come this pride. He needed to become numb to this occult feeling by any means
(Kuso Hitoshi)


Djura has sustained an injury in battle...

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

Kuso flames seem to burn brighter from his own pride in his occult, that was the problem. He shouldn't be fueling his own occult if he ever wishes to have better control over it...Koume was right this was harder than is sounded. He would have to feel empty and loss connection with himself, but how does one do such a thing?. This left the man in a state that only he could get out of....he needed to clear his mind of the occult.

Kuso went to speak but if he ever wanted to achieve this goal he needs to stop caring so much about his own occult powers. He'd turn his head away from the man walking away after giving him a blank stare. The man was clearing his head of the voices and all other dictions around him, he'd force his mind blank for the time being.

he couldn't hold this state for much longer it felt as though the occult was battling him on the inside, almost as it trying to tell him whos InControl of this body. The man twitched a bit still trying to remain at peace...an empty state of mind.

His flames died down as he landed onto the ground it was done, the deed was done he got the win for the city.., but at what cost? a piece of his sanity? at the cost of loosing a bit of emotions? the man would have a lot to reflect on once he returned home... a lot.
(Kuso Hitoshi)



Different from Kuso Hitoshi, Djura didn't try to control- during the fight, he seemed completely different from its start, showing some perceptible hints of anger... He didn't try to prevent any of his urges to hurt seriously that Kitsune, after all, he's a follower of an angel! There's no need to be pacific with someone who blindly follows the Emperor.

Ruthless and merciful to an extent, like Sareen, Djura fought to hurt- not to kill, draining the energy of his enemy when he could, flooding the arena with his water magic in order to put out the fire, but he wasn't able- the occult didn't allow it, Kuso's occult didn't allow!

Despite all his might, all his attempts to hurt the enemy, he couldn't- shaming himself, and showing himself as weak to the Dreamer, well, he'd do it if she could be contacted in Agartha.

In the end, the battle ended with a powerful wave of flame toward the boy, Djura was able to dodge it, something that could kill him, however, the evade wasn't perfect... His arm was hit by the flame, and it burned, it hurt, but there's no need to fear, there's no need to cry about it.

In the field, he honored the Dreamer fighting and draining the mana of those who don't know how to use it. The defeat wasn't shameful, he was able to fulfill her desires and use the power she gave him! Quickly, he flees from the field in order to avoid the death!
(Djura)