Katzan channels occult energy for the first time consciously

Katzan raises both arms as he looks at the combat being over! Atla was actually better, so... At least that went in his favor. He did a fist pump on the air, obviously excited by the battle that just ensued. And as such, before anything else could happen, he rose up from his sitting position.

"Now, you and me!" He pointed at... No one. He just stood in front of the small crowd, pointing a finger at every single one of them. In his eyes, a flaming excitement burned. Pretty obviously, he was challenging all three of the observers to fight him in a one-on-one!

(Katzan Xizoh)

Kuro aggressively tries to turn the boy for her. "I accept your challenge, if my owner... Aggress.", she turns her gaze to Atla.

"What do you think?"
(Kuro)


Atla-Cuauhtli says, "Hm... It's ok, i guess."

Kuro walks until the sand, she wants to impress Atla at any cost. She runs her hand through her staff. "Beautiful. It is my turn to shine, owner."

She assumes an aggressive posture- she is clearly ready to the fight.
(Kuro)

The little kid taps his wooden staff against the sand! From his frail, small right hand, embers start dwindling down into the wood. They seem to dig into it, although they still do not consume. The kid has a playful attitude, that's for sure.

Not one of a warrior, or at the very least not yet. Katzan Xizoh is just a kid, fighting against someone that probably is taking this far too seriously for both of their own good. A real problem, but... Not really his fault.

You don't invite a kid to a fight.
(Katzan Xizoh)

Katzan sends forth a storm of fire towards Kuro! However, soon enough the cosmic energies of the girl overwhelm him, throwing the blue-haired boy down to the sand... And his expression converts to expose how much he disliked that.

A frown forms upon his face, as he hits the sand with his closed flame-covered fist, turning it into glass. However... One thing is notable as he stands up. Maybe it ran on his blood, maybe it was just a technique that passed down through genetic memory. Maybe it were the stories of his own father.

But one thing was obvious -- Even without a single sign of it, a wave of occult magic is thrown at Kuro. His face contorts into a state of pure anger, but most importantly, the psychological torment imposed upon the slave is enough to open up a spot for Katzan to storm her with fire.

However, different from other implementations of Occult magic, it did not affect her mind with terrible sensations and feelings. It simply erased whatever it touched. It sought to erase her own conscience, leaving her spacing out without being able to do anything to help herself.

And as such, he managed to beat her within these spaces of conscience. Through constant torment of her mind, she was soon cast down into the ground as the world surrounding the girl seemed to vanish away from her sight. Until one sensation brought her out of this void space.

The sizzling flesh of her own arm as Katzan grabbed her, forcing the girl out of the ground. "I WON!" He said, a wide smile to his own face, leaving a burn on her skin.
(Katzan Xizoh)