vs Zexmenia!!

His fists clench aggressively as eyes scan around the garden, the Sarradian was ... Not the easiest to anger, but with what Fraise had told him, this was a simple cakewalk ... If angering an elementalist was considered a cake-walk of any sort. Eyes rest upon the green hair of the Drakanite he'd been looking for-- and lightning sparks around his fingers.

"... Is disgusting, gross IDIOT--" With that comes the aggressive crackles of lightning around his body, lightning encasing his form before he zips away-- appearing past Moa and Fraise, certainly a lot closer to Zexmenia than he was before. "--and will pay"

"Thinks can do gross things to friends, hmm?? What in the atmos?" He says, an enraged tone-- the Sarradian was extremely difficult to calm, and the Hirano was to choose his next words closely if he desired such.

Even then, something brewed between his fingers-- dark grey fog...
(Zephyr)
The youth watched the proceedings with a calm eye, he was a bit surprised at Zephyrs rather unnatural speed. Yet the children in the garden often had strange magics that were not so prevalent across the continent. His yellow eyes flashed briefly, but he did not step forwar to intercede.

Would it be considered a senior bullying his junior if he did so? Instead he chose to step near Fraise and smile as his arms crossed across his chest.

"You have a good friend. . . .you are lucky." he said, quietly. Though he did not say anything at all to Zexmenia. . .merely glanced at him with some distaste. s
(Moa)
An idiot is here.

Bounding through the front gates with his usual unjustifiably confident swagger, Zace observed the Garden with his eyes and laughed to himself.  What a load of BABIES.  They couldn't measure up to even one percent of his true power...And so on and so forth.  Really, it's very one note with this guy.

Though, as he approached the cluster of children, he couldn't help but notice the crack of lightning and the inflamed, enraged Sarradian about to go to town on a figure he recognized well.  Blinking, Zace shuffled over to the only person who he was on remotely friendly terms with (here or anywhere else) and muttered to her.

"Uhhh, why's Plant Souls about to get clobbered by the illiterate one."
(Zace Sylvan)
looked to Zace and simply leaned in and whispered to him in return knowing what he was talking about right off the bad. "Don't talk about Zephyr that way Sylvan, that's mean... But uh... Plant souls he..." She cut off and simply looked to the pseudofriend of hers nodding.

She wasn't playing the victim card as this was enough for her, hands splayed over her jacket. Lack of care in this case was afforded to whisperin to the boy. Better explain it in some depth. Yeah?
(Fraise)
Fraise whispers something.
Fraise whispers something.
Zace Sylvan whispers something.
Zace Sylvan whispers something.
Zace Sylvan whispers something.
Zace Sylvan whispers something.
Fraise whispers something.
Zexmenia would be enter the garden. He was suddenly approached as soon as he entered and got ready to relax, he was was confronted by Zephyr. Which in itself was pretty interesting. Zephyr was the one who opened the boy to the world of magic and now it would seem that he would be the subject fo rhis anger, he must've done something really wrong.

As he spoke. He would begin piecing it together and then figuring it out, it was quite obvious that the Sarradian must've heard about the kissing incident. He put it all the together the moment he saw Fraise and the way they were looking at him.

Zexmenia wasn't the same as he was before however, normally he'd be crying and trying to beg for mercy. He really didn't care for anyone and how they feel about what he did, his mother taught him something. Something that made him a far more brutal and just a more cold kid on a whole.

The punishment he recieved from his mother. There was nothing that could measure to the pain he felt when he was slammed into the earth and his bones felt like they all cracked at ones. The gut wrenching sounds of him being destroyed and the snaps.

Zexmenia would respond simply.

He sighed first "I kissed her. I did it without permission, I held her down with my vines. Kick me out? Okay, Beat me? Okay, Kill me? Wouldn't advise it with who my parents are but still Okay. I made a mistake? Yeah, can I fix it? No. It's done and gone, theres nothing you, I or she can do about it but resolve it with a fight or just stop being my friend. So pick which one, I don't have much time."
(Zexmenia Hirano)
Zace Sylvan whispers something.
Zace Sylvan whispers something.
Fraise whispers something.
The brewing fog around his body begins to thicken and thicken until they form dark grey clouds around his body -- a mist surrounding him that was thick enough to touch... It screamed of a deadly power as thunder brimmed within the dark clouds around his body-- even if it drained his circuits to a scary degree-- something that he couldn't actually handle...

Zexmenia had to be taught a lesson he'd never forget. If the garden was destroyed in the process he would personally restore it with months of work -- his nature magic was unrivalled to most in the garden at this point, and he couldn't name a lot of people more competent within the comain besides Rosalie -- perhaps her father if considered as a member of the garden.

His eyes narrow as he comes to a conclusion-- after all, there was practically the Hirano asking for him to fight with the way he spoke -- hands come up briefly before slamming back down, causing crackles of lightning to slam into the ground.

"Am going to beat you into the ground with the storm." He says-- his tone is harsh, perhaps a side rarely seen by friends-- but still one that demanded a sense of justice. There was no time to move outside-- it would take place in the garden where plantlife was available to both of them-- in sense, a perfect terrain for a nature mage.
(Zephyr)
Zace Sylvan whispers something.
Zace Sylvan whispers something.
Fraise whispers something.
Fraise whispers something.
Zace Sylvan: <*He watches the crackling lightning around Zephyr, feeling sweat run down the sides of his face.  Yikes.  Don't like the looks of that at all..*>
Zace Sylvan whispers something.
Fraise whispers something.
He watched rather calmly still, the mana around Zephyr tasted. . .electric. Energized, it was a different taste than normal and it was actually. . . interesting. Though what was interesting was the words Zexmenia stated.

Was that not the mentality of those considered royalty? Was that not the mentality of those that had stepped on his "Friend" as a kid and burnt them to cinders. It was almost odd hearing that same line of speech come from Zexmenia. In its own way ypocritical, for you would think that the bullied would deign to become the bully.

He watched on as the whisperings of Fraise and Zace grew more intense next to him but he did nothing to stop. He was more interested in the potential battle ahead. It would be a great time to meditate on many things. .. and perhaps the Hirano would learn a lesson. . .
(Moa)
Zexmenia knew it was going to be a fight regardless. There was no point in him trying to clean up the matter, he knew what he did and quite frankly no longer cared about it. His mother even said it to him 'You don't apologize to no one! Not even your father or me!' The rest was too full of curses so he forced himself to forget the rest but he was a warrior in the making. The fact that he even wasted his time apologizing the last time was nothing but a mistake on Zexmenia's part.

He did a bad deed and that was life. The boy would pay for it and accept his consequences in a battle, no big deal for him. He'd just heal himself with his prowess over Nature Magic and if they were too severe, his mother could always help him out.

"Stop all the talking. Fight me"

He was very cold. There was a basic tone that he had that just made it even more scary, not the fact scary iin tone because he was just a 9 year old. It was more scary that he changed this much in a year with his mothers influence. He was behaving very much like her at this point.

He not only looked like Zinnia but his crude and cruel behavior was showing now too. It was always there but just kept dormant due to the amount of kindness he was exposed too but friends are pointless. Only one or two are needed, best to just keep to himself and train.

Horns would begin forming as they would appear to be brown and have a wood like texture. His wings were also not the normal orange of a Drakanite but green and had moss on them. His Nature magic had an influence on his Half-Shift therefore making it unique, his tail smacked on the ground as the Hirano would become ready for battle. Calling upon the power of Nature.
(Zexmenia Hirano)
The feeling of being hated...

It was normal.

The male didn't really care about it. He wasn't liked by much anyways, many were creeped out by his plant love and how he acts towards plants and nature, friends come and go, they live just to die before you or live on without you and move on. What's the point in making bonds that are only temporary? Was it really neccesary to waste time on friends.

"Make this quick...Or take your time exacting your revenge. I'm sure your friend will be delighted."

He'd glare at Fraire with cold slit eyes then back to the male infront of him. He'd summon his plants to his side and call upon their power to help him, the roots and vines would become offensive. Getting ready to deal some brutal attacks if he gets any openings.
(Zexmenia Hirano)
The dark clouds around him have violent lightning brewing within them -- they slowly begin to fry his circuits, and it's a painful magic to try and upkeep -- it's almost clear with a pained expression and occasional wincing given off even though he was idling at this moment, angered. Regardless, he had to teach the Hirano a lesson-- one that he wouldn't forget.

Seeds within his pockets -- in fact, almost all of them, are thrown into the ground-- enchanted seeds with specific uses now in the ground; what would they be used for..? Who was to know until the fight actually began. His own hands become surrounded by lightning magic, effectively acting as a weapon -- he'd punch and kick his way into making the Hirano pay for what he'd done to Fraise if the storm magic wasn't to cooperate.

His wind magic was tricky -- unfriendly, but he'd keep attempting with it. The Sarradian launches into the air, a cloud of storm magic appearing beneath his feet. It was certainly going to be a rocky ride, but the power he possesses? Destructive.. Spores that flow off of his body attempt to restore any destroyed life to the garden, even if he was trying his best to preserve it with his attacks already.

"Are going to pay -- are going to pay and will feel disgusted with self when done." He declares, before starting -- the winds and waters around him pick up violently, and he rushes forwards..!
(Zephyr)
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As the duo began to fight he took a moment to observe the proceedings, and at the same time he extended his capability of retention. He took a spot near Fraise and Zace. . .this would be the first time he manipulated mana on such a large scale but he was hardly nervous his body was made for the consumption of the mana from various sources.

---- He watched as the green drakanite and dark skinned sarradian clashed. Their magics respectively filling up the garden in thunderous amounts of chaos, yet it seemed that as the lightning and spores reached the trio it would evaporate bit by bit, weakened to the point of being nothing more than beautiful motes of lights.

His body gushed with blue energy, briefly. --- Condense, was the only thing that he had on his mind. Condense the energy into something pliable, creating a shield and at the same time training himself. The flower planted within his body swayed as it suckled at the excess mana.

"They have very different magics. . ." he commented.
(Moa)
The storm clouds surround his body -- empowering him, yet.. Weakening him -- he knew his circuits couldn't handle them, but he knew he could -- his mana circuits begin to glow, beneath the skin... Zephyr is comparable to a flashlight as his elemental power is channeled from his blood-- the elementalist is powerful even if being weakened by his own magic.

Storm clouds fire lightning off in perfect arcs, striking into the hirano -- perhaps frying the vines he can use to defend himself. Vines of his own creation restrain the Drakanite while the elements bare down on him-- it was akin to being trapped within a thunderstorm. A destructive one at that.

The vines he create swipe aggressively-- drawing light amounts of blood to present to Rosalie at a later date-- he was going to expel this weed from the garden -- their garden at once for what he had done for harming Fraise.

"Are trapped now, little weed. Will be dug up from roots and taken out of garden." He explains to the Drakanite, almost-- there was a sense of anger he rarely let off flowing around him, and with the way his magic tugged at his circuits, burning it...

Well, that only made him angrier-- the aspects of the storm were finally being used in all of their glory, creating the perfect storm if only for a moment.
(Zephyr)
Something strange was happening.

As the musings of his future ambitions began to drift off due to the raging magics storming about the Garden, Zace watched with an unexpected amount of dread as Zephyr went to town on Zexmenia.  The sarradian was bringing forth the powers of the elements in a truly merciless way...it-

Was this really okay?  He found himself wondering that, in the back of his mind.  The dark skinned boy was brewing with an aggressive, almost uncontainable anger and viciousness...it was a one-sided battle, and over what Zace could only see as an uncomfortable prank.

Was it worth beating a young child like this?

Of course, like most of his uncomfortable realizations, Zace brushed it off.  This was just how the world worked.  Might made right.  He kept watching, pushing up his glasses and attempting to maintain a stoic facade.  It...did not work very well, and he mostly came off as nervous and tense, but there you go.
(Zace Sylvan)
stared enraptured in this situation, her righteous anger still nonsubsiding, she looked a the icy glare being given to her and immediately returned a deadpan, without any knowledge as to why he glared at her in the first place. He broke some sort of building trust within the first twenty minutes and expected friendship and kine?

The girl didn't let her magic elate, only watched as vine clashed against typhoon, suddenly it made sense why storms uprooted trees and caused crashes and cascades of horror and rainfall.

They were unwieldy things of unbridled power, she didn't feel comfortable with the wrath as she didn't feel that wrathful. This look was one of regret and slight sorrow, as she didn't mean to have such bullying happen.

Though, she made no move to stop the sort of thing she felt some responsibility for a kicked dog being beaten, however she couldn't just excuse what was done, even the slightest breach in her trust made it hard to care, this was about something most girls cherished and it was forced out of her for a sick experiment.
(Fraise)
Moa: <*notices the duo somehow feels uncomfortable&*>
Moa: No point in getting upset. . . .
Moa: The Hirano did something nasty
Moa: and he obviously doesn't feel sorry. . . .
Zexmenia tried to defend but the heavy fogs of the storm made it hard for him to fight it all. His wind magic was able to bat away Zexmenia each time with easy and no matter much spores he tries to plant on Zephyr, he can never manage to get close enough for them to be effective and wear him down. His whips were all missings and they were his only reliable source of damage dealing.

He being beaten down by the lightning and having wings wasn't really helping it either, it made him a bigger target despite him getting more power and durability in this form. He was still new to using this form, considering this was his first time using it in battle so it was going to take some time getting used to how this power works but for now he'd make sure to find a way to get this power working.

"That stung..."

He got back up as his scales had smoke running off and his horns were kind of burnt from the lightning. His wings were even wet from the torrent of water he was blast with at the end. It so much magic being flung at him, he couldn't comprehend it all. However he'd find a way to combat around it using his Nature magic.

"Just hurry and end this"

He cracked his neck and got ready to duel with his magic again.
(Zexmenia Hirano)
Zace Sylvan: H-...Hah.  HAhah.  upset?  Me?
Zace Sylvan: I don't get upset.
Moa: He needs to learn or he will run unbridled and unchallenged and next time it might not just be a kiss. . .
Moa: <*glances at Zace for a moment hearing his somewhat nervous like laughter*>
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Zace Sylvan: Y-yess...that's...that's it..
Zace Sylvan: Achoo..
Fraise whispers something.
The storm magic feels like it grows beyond his control since he wasn't trying to contain it -- containing it burned through his circuits like a Glowing 1000 Degree Knife Versus Water Balloon ( https://youtu.be/8voZEg-S8P0?t=2m56s ), and it was certainly nothing that he could handle-- the storm around him grows more violent, his circuits already pained -- his glowing circuits trying to control the elements only allowing the storm to grow more violent.

But did he care? No. Zexmenia was going to pay in his mind for what he'd done-- there was only a sense of rage to the Sarradian as he 'removed' the weed within the garden. Lightning magic flurries around, dealing aggressive, powerful shocks to the Drakanite along with the powerful battering of wind and water magics -- Zephyr knew that he'd not be able to go on any longer after a certain point of this dead-horse kicking...

Vines wrap around his body -- grabbing at the Hirano, restraining him-- preventing movement unless he were truly physically adept-- he wasthe second most powerful nature magi within this domain, and he would refuse to let anyone take that from him.

Purple, pained eyes stare upon him before he speaks -- anger is filled within the tone of his voice as he ushers a command.

"Looks like is trapped. Cannot move. Maybe like little Fraise, hm?" He questions -- the vines he traps him with have thorny aspects so-very similar to Rosalie's in serious cases; and they draw blood, letting it flow into the grounds for Rosalie to keep before sealing the wounds-- the thorns disappearing.

"What does have to say? Are going to say is very very much sorry to Fraise?" He questions-- the countless amounts of kids within the garden were probably capable of seeing the public humiliation taking place -- for it happens within the center...
(Zephyr)
Zace Sylvan: <*Coughs*> Well!  This looks like an internal affair, so...you know, you all can deal with it and such.
Zexmenia would be defeated once again like expected. His wings and horns retracted back into him and his dragon like powers retreated. There was noting he could do at the moment to win so he would just give up, it was going to take a lot more training that he's been doing to beat Zephyr, well he hasn't been doing any training at all. He was just relaxing and enjoying life, it was about time he started taking fights and sparring seriously.

The young Hirano learned nothing. He was not the same at all. Zex glared at Zephyr and then spoke.

"It's best you let me go. I'm not even trapped, your obviously tired from all that overuse of magic, you really were overdoing it for no reason, I was clearly not that strong. I'm not sorry, I will not apologize. You either can kill me and have my mom and dad come kill you in revenge or you can let me go, ban me from the garden and just give up on getting my apology."

He would say it all blank faced and emotionless.
(Zexmenia Hirano)
He continued to watch the proceedings even as Zace seeme to excuse themself? It was more or so his fascination with battle that made the boys attention rather rapt. It was more than evident that Zephyr had much anger within him and also that the magic he wielded was almost unbridled and natural.

He continued to filter whatever stray energies spread towards them, the blue glow around him was richer when it flared to life. He listened quietly as Zexmenia spoke and was somewhat disgusted. . .this was a person that relied on their parents backing them.

In the end there would always be someone stronger, and even their so called heritage would not be able to protect them in the long run. He could be emotionless all he wanted but the day would come when mom and dad would not be able to shield him. . . .

"Hmpfh. . ." he snorted.


(Moa)
It only continued to raze at his circuits until the clouds cleared around him, like a clear sky-- the vines around Zexmenia however continue to hold onto him. Zephyr wasn't gonig to let him get away with what he'd done unless some sort of retribution was paid-- not by him, but by a certain person, obviously-- his head tilts to the side as he comes to land on the ground.

"Fraise. Come here." He says-- hopefully, she would... The Saradian wanted her to get revenge of her own. Rosalie wouldn't want this, likely-- but who knew what her stance would be if she had context. They weren't supposed to make enemies, but this felt like something that was definitely an exception for him as he stares at the ensnared Hirano.

"Wants you to get revenge." He says. "Hurt him." He says. "Hurt him and then is banished from garden forever and cannot bother you." He explains. He awaits for punishment to be dolled out by her, if chosen...
(Zephyr)
Ayer Tesla whispers something.
stepped over toward the duo and looked down.... Hey it'd make a good story, but was she able to go through with it? This girl wasn't edgy... She wasn't unfeeling... She was compassionate, watching this fight gave her a prang of negative feeling. She stepped lightly, feet padding against grass lightly treading as though over glass.

She glanced downward at the captured Hirano and shivered, hands trembling while she looked down to him, his beligerent and horrible behavior and the lack of apology. Hell he never apologized, just kept pulling her in for unwanted movements.

She gave thought about it, not delighting in the idea... Hands pitted downward as she slowly lowered her hands looking away as though she knew this had to be done, an eye for an eye of sorts, but she simply placed a hand on the forehead of the drakanite, inhaled deeply and soon from her hand crosshatched several umbral tendrils of mixed water and darkness pulling at his face and such planting in and simply causing occultic burns over his face temporarily, a slow burning torture that the girl knew not about.

These tendrils whipped down and simply kept pouring like tar over his face before she pulled her hand away and shivered shaking her hand off and wiping her jacket as though she encountered the black spot... Stepping back she would look to Zephyr with questioning eyes, she wondered if she did the right thing...
(Fraise)
Moa: . . . . . . . .
Zexmenia would watch as Fraise walked over to him to begin torturing him. It has begun, the true molding of a monster. Zex was happy actually, delighted that his mother changed him the way she did. If people do this much over the mere fact that kissed her, he didn't threathen her life or anything but stole a kiss. Zex was an ass about it and still didn't really care as he was being tortured, but the mere fact that even the sweetest of people can do such wicked things over such a basic crime.

He was disgusted. The child always believed plants were his only friends because of how humanity is, this proves to him once again that humanity posess some of the most disgusting creatures on earth and that was enough. To turn him into exactly what his father wanted him to be, exactly what his mother wanted him to be.

A true monster...

A fascist.

Hated by all and hate all.

Fight for war and get stronger.

Apologize to no one and cower for  no one.

He felt the burns, he felt the feeling of discomfort rush his body and it felt like he being killed over and over. The pain was a lot for his young body. He remained strapped down by the vines until the pain was all over and he would finally lose the tension within his body caused by the pain.

"....Done?"
(Zexmenia Hirano)
He looked on at Zexmenia being beaten and approached Fraise even as she attacked, she had the right to release the pent up anger. Considering that from his understanding Zexmenia had more or less forced himself on the other she had every right to extract revenge. Yet this was not a lynching and the Neries held her hand for a moment.

"Enough, he has already bled out more than enough for his punishment." he said calmly even as Zexmenia asked something about her being done. The youth looked at the younger child for a moment. He hated the idea of kids fighting but it was necessary for their to be boundaries.

"You once said plants were your only friends. . .but you had a chance to make new friends here. . . yet instead of taking the chance you decided to act in the same way that those whom bullied you acted. . ." he frowned looking at Zexmenia. If he was more well read he would have called him a hypocrite because that was all his actions said.

"She isn't wrong for beating you up. . .but I expected alot more from you." he said. Mind you he was well aware he had already been beaten to a pulp by Zephyr. . . Fraise letting out her anger out on him was reasonable in all sense of the words. She was the one whom he had forced himself on thus he felt pity, but no remorse.
(Moa)
The vines he command let go of the Hirano -- but with that come a flurry of swats from all of them -- a final punishment as his arms cross. The Sarradian stares at him with a certain fury, and if the boy was that adamant on not giving an apology, he knew what he'd do.

"Are banished from Garden. Can not come back unless Rosalie says so. Doesn't care what anyone else says-- weeds have to be taken out." He says. "Or they make garden disgusting like you." He says. "Does not need more of the sickening peoples like you." He continues, as simple lightning crackles around him...

"Begone."
(Zephyr)