Holding him for a friend

[23:43] {NARRATION} "I bear no PLAN." he snarled. "I have sought to ruin that which the old man created, to tear apart the lies he sewed." The manic eyes locked on to Israa before flicking back to Tototl.

"No Seer can kill me, no spirit can stand in my way. I will tear you apart, I will tear you all apart!!"

At Sugarboy's insult, the ookami dove downward, though a rift tore the air between he and the trio. A brief second of repose made it seem like he had disappeared or left, until a great roar came from behind them,

And Zoelfo was aiming to strike at their blind sides
[00:09] Zoelfo would disappear before their eyes and through the faint water in the air Sugarboy would feel him appear behind them. Reactively throwing up a shield of holywater, a storm of whirling typhoons and miasma of blood would rush towards the failed student.

Sugarboy would blast him with every fiber of his magic that remained, but damn if that ooker wasn't fast, and hit hard too! The exorcist would continue to bolster his allies with soothing waters, but it was hard to keep a bead on the wolfkind as he shredded holes through reality to retreat through, rending the flesh behind the blonde's armor as occult flames lit up under him.

It would be a difficult fight for the three comrades as the three staggered Zoelfo with their assault, but slowly he would pick them off one by one before they were able to pick themselves up to repel him.

Just as they wore him down, and Israa distracted him with his fire dancing, Sugarboy would point his staff at the ookami, a hand extended in unison as water swirled around him, his muscles seizing from the what of the water as he was locked to his knees.

With great strain, the blonde would glance over to the soon to be seer, "GET'EM CHIEF."
(Sugarboy)
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[00:10] This battle was beyond draining. Mana continued to pour our of the Chieftain as the three clashed against the renegade Ookami. Each step was fueled by a heavy amount of mana - Of which, was practically empty inside those reserves of convergence points. Even then, however, Tototl had to press on not for just Yojiwa but the duo he'd dragged here.

Throughout the course of it all his blade practically flies back and forth between the spectral hands. The Chieftain unleashes torrent after torrent of mana against the Ookami, other hands following suit as Tototl's mana is stored. By the end of it all he could barely stand - A fading, spectral hand losing its grip on the blade as his mana fully dies out, consciousness threatening to slip in turn.

Yet, the man must rise.

It was no longer a matter of if he could get up, it was more so a matter of he had to. Gushing with wounds from the deadly encounter he slowly saunters forth, calling upon the life essence that leaves his body. Blood was, after all, a fair medium for the purification of Wraiths. It allowed what would be considered a fatal defeat to be a pyrrhic victory. A hazy, vibrant blue coalesces about his form as the captured Ookami is suddenly rushed with a last-ditch effort of mana-fueled movements!

The blade cleaves right through the middle of the Ookami's head, and as it's reeled back Tototl cleaves it clean off from the neck. While the mistake had been ridden from Yojiwa-

Tototl was not unharmed. A myriad of claw marks decorated his chest and back. Mythril armor was torn asunder, Sarradian cloth similarly destroyed. He was, by all means of the word, hanging on by a thread.
(Tototl)
[00:17] {NARRATION} The fight did not finish without the trio left in shambles. Even with their combined effort and the defeat of Zoelfo, the damage this single battle had reaped on the surrounding area was prevalent. Trees had been broken and toppled over, life around the Mad Saekanite had simply turned brown and dull, dead in his presence that had grown so violent.

With his head soundly removed from his body, however, he could do no more harm to the island or Yojiwa. With each of the trio left with their wounds to tend to, everything in the dark forest was still, as if the very nature of the area was thankful for their fight.