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During his time in Ravnica, before the fall of the guilds, he had become embroiled in the machinations and experiments of the morally questionable Simic combine. Although he didn't appreciate their lackluster regard for human life, he had learned quite a few extremely useful things. From A flying leviathan with the innate ability to stop magical attacks upon it, to an organism called cytoplasm. He thought of this now as he saw the fire swell in the chest of his opponent. He thought of the rich mana from the simic growth pools and he thrust his palm forward. A strange blue/green goo sprang from his hand and almost instantaneously found the most abundant source of magic, the shadow-mage's chest. The goop sprang up to the mage's face and shot down his throat, ignoring the mage's struggle. The stuff was called Voidslime. And it was one of the most useful little creatures Mokuzai had ever encountered. Mokuzai watched with some measure of satisfaction as the fire in the mage's chest was consumed by the creature. Mokuzai wasted no time resuming his attack with his blade.

((Oh, no you don't, Get yo punk a** back here.))
Momir Vig had once showed Mokuzai how poisons and toxins worked. They were either acidic or basic, and it was a simple matter to neutralize them. Momir had said that if something is acidic and you need to work on it, just force your body to produce basic sweat. Momir had shown Mokuzai how to expel poisons and make his body produce acidic or basic sweat. Mokuzai reached a hand out into the mist, it burned horribly, but it was an acid. He gathered the elements in his body and coated his skin with basic slime. With a grin Mokuzai dashed through the mist. When he cleared the other side, the expression on the shadowmage's face was absolutely priceless. The mage's sword wasn't at the ready and he looked as if he had begun to walk away.
"Never turn your back on an opponent!"
Mokuzai taunted as he lunged at the mage.

After hopping several buildings Draven eventually comes upon the area of the magic emissions. Looking down into the open alleys, he spies two individuals at each others throats in combat.
"Two?.. I really wasn't expecting this.." He looks across the way and see's his statues pairing up for the surprise. He quickly signals them to hold and watches as the battle ensues. He waits for his moment, timing his action correctly.

Raising his hands in the air he concentrates the power of Dominarias vast forest into his palms.
Holding this power he waits.. counting on the moment they split. They soon back off gaining a reprieve from each other. Then he seizes the opening. Driving his hands into the buildings edge, a mass of writhing roots erupts and travels down into the alley. Entrapping there feet and binding there arms pinning them to opposite buildings.

Draven looks on at them while clapping his hands. "Good show, I especially like all the stabbing parts." He then jumps down to ground level with them. "You know I never thought I would run into such competent mages here... But do you two think this is the right place for such a scuffle. There has to be a dozen guard patrols in this part of this city alone and you two are doing this."

Draven smiled widely as he watched the man remove his spell the way he did. He looked at him intently paying no mind to the other in his grasp. "Well.. well.. its quite the honer to meet one of the forest such as myself. I must admit that your the first to escape in such a method."
He turns and leans against the wall continuing his smile. The reason I interrupted is because I think you and I know the same mutual friend." He says this while pulling his sword slightly out of the sheath and gesturing to the mages blade. "besides, I just couldn't help myself. I am so drawn to conflict these days, you know like a moth to a flame."

Ren was so infuriated at his sudden capture that he struggled, he actually struggled against the stone-hard vines. It took a second for the fog of his rage to clear enough for him to realize that he could just burn the vines.
Then he got pissed at himself for not realizing that sooner.
With a roar, Ren produced a violent explosion that ripped though the vines as though they were twigs.
He had inadvertently set his cloak on fire in the explosion. It infuriated him further that he had to look so stupid when he stamped it out. Ren was so angry he didn't allow himself to hear any of what the two idiotic Dirt-mages were blathering about. He was running hellbent, and fire was all he could think about.
Reaching out violently with his mind, Ren tore massive chunks of mana out of the lands he was connected to. It was reckless, but Ren really, really, wanted both of these f**kers to die. a powerful inferno burst from the ground beneath his feet and swirled around Ren, burning him badly. Ren screamed in rage and pain. Ren channeled the fire up and towards his opponents, as the fire left his hands and blasted towards the mages, Ren smiled, and so did his demonfire.

Having cast a enchantment called Shielding Plax on himself when the fight started, Mokuzai was in no danger from the grinning blast of fire. When the newcomer felt the urge to stay in front of the maw of flames, Mokuzai cocked his head to the side quizzically. Mokuzai sensed no protective auras on the mage.
"Why the hell?"
When the mouth of the pyromancer's blast clamped down upon the back of the man, Mokuzai couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the man's well intentioned, but naive actions. The pain was evident on the man's face, but he continued to grin.
When the fire died the man turned his back on Mokuzai to face the Shadowmage. Mokuzai's eyebrows furrowed. That action was a sign of disrespect on Kamigawa, but this man couldn't know that and Mokuzai decided to let the action go unpunished.
The man sprouted a tree beneath the shadowmage's feet and hurled the man into the air.
Mokuzai was struck by a sense of familiarity, when he was a younger mage, he would have done the same thing and simply ended the fight with no regard for secrecy. Now however, he preferred a more nuanced approach. Of course, the pyromancer and this plant-mage-that-smelled-like-death had thrown any notion of keeping the fight from the public eye out of the window. The plant mage turned back to him and looked over Mokuzai's shoulder. Mokuzai glanced back as well. Bystanders in tin street must have seen the commotion and alerted the guards. There was a small group of guards clad in Boros armor. Even though their guild was dead, the Boros had once held large sway over this aria of Ravnica and straggling groups still maintained the order their guild had once enforced. Mokuzai rolled his eyes, stamped his foot and a net of vines closed off the passage.
As the wall thickened, Mokuzai turned back to the mage.
"Answer my questions. Who are you? And what were Her words to you?"
Mokuzai didn't have his blade on the man, but he held it at the ready with two hands. The man may have taken a powerful blast of fire to gain Mokuzai's trust, but deception wears many faces and Mokuzai wasn't in the mood to throw his trust to a man who had tried to bind him.

Ren, grabbed at the swamps and mountains he knew, but that last spell had exhausted them. There was no way that idiot had taken that spell and lived! that spell had never been countered and nothing had ever stopped the fire from consuming it's target. Ren had poured everything he had into that spell. And yet, the mage still stood, speaking to the dirt-mage who had ruined his fun with the concubine. It was unbelievable. Ren raged from atop his lofty perch. He was burned, cut, and bruised, his wrist was broken and there was a gross mass of dead ooze in his chest, but Ren had to win this fight.
Ren bit his thumb hard, ripping off part of the finger print, there was still power in the metallic taste of his own blood. He dragged his thumb across his forehead and began tracing patterns across his face and neck. As he drew the lines on his skin, he began to feel the fog of his madness clear. He touched each finger to the open wound on his thumb and then smeared five lines of his dark red blood down his left arm, each line ending at a fingernail. Ren breathed slowly. He inhaled wet swampy air and exhaled breath so hot a dragon would be envious. Ren reached down and drew a symbol on the tree with his bleeding thumb. Purple veins started to appear in the bark, mutating and splitting the sinew and fiber of the tree as it crept away from the symbol. Ren looked down at the two dirt mages. He could barely make out what they were saying, but the way the newcomer said "Her" made Ren's ears perk up. Ren listened to the talk as his contagion slowly crept through the tree.

Mokuzai regarded Draven a while longer, then, with precision that came from many years of honing the technique; Mokuzai stepped up into a practiced Chiburi stance, sinking his weight as he gracefully flicked the blood from the blade with a precise flourish. His left leg slid backwards as the tip of his sword found it's sheath. He deliberately stepped back up and slowly sheathed the sword. He kept his hand upon the hilt for a measured beat, then wrapped his thumb around the tsuba and brought his hand away from the hilt. The whole time, his eyes had not once left Draven's.
"I hope not to need to draw my blade upon you. We have no quarrel. But do not test me, or you will find me capable of far more than I displayed here."
He looked up at the shadowmage in the tree. The tree was now giving off a sickeningly sweet aroma. Mokuzai made a note to make eye contact with the young mage.
"Never cross me again, I will not be so forgiving of an attack on my life next time."
Mokuzai looked back at Draven, he gave only the slightest of bows then backed away. Never breaking eye contact, his whole body was focused and taught, so unlike the relaxed and unready posture of Draven. Mokuzai didn't like him. Draven was young and stupid, the way he carried himself was arrogant and the way he acted towards his elders was disrespectful. but Mokuzai needed information before he made any rash errors, if She had selected more people than him, he couldn't make the mistake of killing his allies. He had to get to the Consortium to learn more about the Primedark, and now, hopeful, more about Her.