"We meet again."

The man would still be on the hunt, looking for anyone on this side of the map, on his lonesome. and he was well aware of this man.

The horseman who had burned down the village. He had made the mistake of going easy on you last time. But this time? Oh no. He also learned something from you, to not hide behind speeches and talking.

Just like you had done him with the guards.

His intent made clear that this would be an attack, blade already brandished and pointing at you.

"I don't think we need to do the talking portion do we?"
(Kuja Mori)
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[20:49] He turned his head, glancing to the Mori.

Previously, the presence of corruption that seemed to consume all those around him was even more evident.

Grasses of ever so green withered about him, and the trees of millennia's old were bruised dark.

His eyes were cold, his wrath even more so. For as he sought a way to save his captured comrades, he was deterred by this same person.

Indeed, the magi spoke not, and only lifted his other staff. The javelin only a part of the uniform he donned, a symbolism of his being.

The Heifang lowly growled as fume escaped his lips, and his dreadful presence more defined as whistles seemed to echo out. Whispers, oh whispers, oh how insanity took place of the young man.

He pointed his staff to the Mori, and the atmosphere turned so extremely heavy.

"Briar will burn."
(Yu Heifang)
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[21:10] A battlefield devastated.

The Heifang's crazed eyes left not Kuja. And as he stared back, Kuja would only what remained of the Heifang's eyes; sheer hatred and wrath.

As the Mori bled and shattered him with flurries of his attack, the Heifang grew only wilder. More carnal lust for bloodshed and pain. He howled of deviance, to not easily be taken down.

Despite the odds he faced, and the better Mori he faced. His countenance only contorted to that of animalistic rage.

"BRIAR WILL BURN! AND EVERYONE WILL HEAR THEIR PEOPLE'S SCREAM FOR THE THOUSANDS YEAR TO COME! IT WILL ECHO INTO AVALON'S GATES AND EVEN THE GODS WILL WEEP IN THEIR ETERNAL TORTURE! WITNESS MY WRATH!"

He raged on before being pushed back, crashing against a tree.

However, it seemed pain was dull to him, for not even the impact slowed him down.

The Mori found himself restricted, unable to move as gravity pulled himdown. And he could only watch as the mad occultist zoomed forth, tendrils of darkness like wings as he flew forward.

"DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!"

And the tendrils pushed forward, like multiple spears aiming for his head, his arms, his chest and his legs.

Though alas, the Mori soon found himself capable of moving again, and he can only rely on whatever he has to left to escape the magi's wrath.
(Yu Heifang)
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[21:11] You learned the spell Afterimage.
[21:20] "Now we're talkin."

The man was well aware of who you were being your background. Thinking that this would be one easy battle.

And he would be wrong. Saying the above as he'd charge into the next fight. And coming out of it? He was damn near baffled. He just couldn't hit the guy. So often that he had ran out of mana during the battle, downed and confident, he'd charge in again.

And once again, running out of mana and unable to touch the man. Aggravated and irritated he'd attempt to rise again, but his body was far too damaged to take another beating, the advantage seen as he'd be then barraged by the tendrils.

From sheer will to live he'd sprout that Ifrit's claw that only wanted show up in the most dire of situation. It's Crimson glow and influence to give him the might to take down the tendrils and cut himself free

But he knew his body couldn't take anymore, and he knew the power of the being.

He wasn't ready.

And it only made him more thrilled to train for the next conflict they would have.
(Kuja Mori)