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As that which formerly encompassed Mori's hand disappeared, Clash merely looked from the golden electricity encircling his own hand to the light orb floating between them and then into the eyes of the woman. Before things could go on, he decided to do a little power hijacking, using his gifts of electrokinesis and photokinesis in tandem. "Thunderbolt!" he cried in a deep, masculine voice which matched his facial features, having the sparks jettison out of his right hand toward Mori's left shoulder, just enough to give her a bit of a shock. And then, the white orb broke apart, releasing shafts of bright light which raced toward her eyes to blind her, if only for a moment. This would happen after they finished speaking, of course.

"I don't know, but it sounds like a good way to catch a cold." As a second ball of water formed, this one a wee bit smaller than the last, Clash half-squatted, half-stooped down to pick up the pitchfork with his right hand. He used that to pop the shining water bubble. "There's not much time for play in my line of work. Unless you're talking a play fight!"

And then his attacks commenced, flying forth in unison. A red light surfaced from within the crimson jewel embedded in the three-pronged weapon, which he drew back, priming for a frontal assault. He halted just then as a voice from the sidelines reached his ears, turning to take a gander at...the witch from his saloon, Prunelle! What in the nine levels of hell is she doing here!? he wondered inside of his own mind.

The Seer looked to be distracted, but then looks could be deceiving...right? Also, that side sword continued to ride his left hip. What with Clash and his agility, it could be pulled out on a whim. Should he engage this one with a blade, or continue to fight with the pitchfork and his bare hands? He would decide, sooner rather than later....

Literal sparks fly as Mori and Clash continue their feud. Prunelle could not see most of it, due to so much light being thrown around by either fighter but it wouldn't be hard for even the most imperceptive person to feel it happening. The wind almost topples her over and she fights with her habit to keep it from revealing her bits before giving up on maintaining her modesty and placing all her energy into staying upright. Just my luck, of course I decide to say hi just as their battle picks up. From the outside looking in, Prunelle figured they were just testing their abilities. Now, it felt like they could very well be trying to actually hurt each other. What did you walk into, Pru?!

Pru nods her head in agreement with Mori's statement. This definitely isn't the time for introductions. She backpedals, partially of her own will, partially due to the wind, creating a safe distance from the fountain fight. While spectating, she can't help but to feel some degree of excitement. Her life has been so boring lately. Nothing but work and responsibility. It would be so cool to manipulate the elements and wield pitchforks! What an adventurous life they must lead. As she observes, she can't help but feel like she might know the guy from somewhere. She does not dwell on the thought, instead she takes a few more steps back. She decides to watch the fight for a little while longer, if only because it provides a break from her usual routine.

Mori was still in the fountain with the pillars of protection encircling her, She noticed the girl had nodded in her direction and decided to keep her distance from them. She had almost fallen over due to the force of the gusts of wind from the blast of energy that had been released. She hoped she was ok. She seemed to catch herself and regain her footing quickly.

Waiting to see what Clash would attempt next she noticed a man fumbling with what seemed to be a bottle of alcohol, he finished the bottle and started yelling about someone dragging him back here. Yet, there was no one else in sight . Still in battle stance she watched as he maneuvered to grab something from his pocket. He pulled another cigarette from the pack he retrieved from his pocket and placed into his mouth next to one he had already been smoking and lit it..
She looked at him quizzically, as he started shouting once again.

*Hopefully our battle won't draw his attention this way* she thought to herself.
She glanced down at the water around her and noticed it was glowing with the energy of the lightning, she exhaled quietly and prepared herself for whatever Clash was bracing to do next.

He sipped his bourbon while watching the exchange between three unfamiliar individuals – He did not realize yet that the dude was Clash Kiddick, and moved to the sidelines, carefully eyeballing his surroundings like a professional soldier. His entire existence was spent on one battlefield or another, born under the drums of war during the FFA era and baptized with blood and trauma in MX, Sin was once classified as the God of War. For several decades he had even been worshipped. Now, however, he was stuck in the back waters called Gaia. He noticed something headed his direction, jaded eyes squinting, and reached inside the leather jacket as the beam collided with him.

“F—k!”

He was royally pissed now. A tremor appeared on Kinslayers’ chest on the point of impact and evenly distributed the damage while the .50AE Cyclops appeared in his right hand, barrel pointed toward Clash and spoke before firing.

“攻撃(Kogeki). サポート(Sapoto)”

He practiced Onmyodo combined with Kotodama creating a modern exorcist—albeit a foul-mouthed drunk one, with excellent combat experience. Which would now be demonstrated to this fine crowd. The .50AE was armed with special hollow point enchantments which six prongs opened upon impact and expanded 6’ toward their respective direction. However, should the ammunition not hit their targets it would instead explode and create deadly shrapnel. The secondary spell multiplied the ammunition into a total of 5, creating a grouping separated by 5” between each round.

“サポート(Sapoto).”

There was a reason for the cigarettes in his mouth. While he used the earlier Kotodama to empower his will and intentions, several wrapping papers from his cigarettes unrolled from the tobacco product and fluttered in the air with inscribed kanji and crumbled in ashes. He sneered, jaded eyes sweeping between everyone and settled on the male as seemingly harmless electrical conductivity could be seen surrounding three specific areas measuring 2” in diameter and growing while the remaining talisman transformed in the mirror image of Sin.

Clash had fired a red beam of light towards the man and a second at the innocent bystander that had been observing. Mori readied herself in case he tried to send one in her direction. The pillars were encircling the fountain and bolts of electricity were quietly thundering as they moved. There was a slight hum from an electromagnetic pulse that was being given off by the pillars themselves.

All of a sudden she heard some sort of weapon discharge when the man fired back in Clash's direction after yelling in a language she could not understand. The bullet exploded as it headed towards Clash into a pronged device that flew in the fountains direction after passing through him. As the device came near the fountain the Pillars buzzed as they released an EMP and bolt of electricity just as it made contact with the fountains edge. Debris and rubble flew in Mori's direction and she was hit in the back as she turned to try and shield herself.

"Agghhh," She exclaimed as it made contact.

She fell to her knees in the water, she braced herself for a moment trying to regain her composure. She closed her eyes tightly, wincing from the pain. Her eyes flashed open with fury behind them, she pushed herself up from her knees as she stood the water started encircling her hands and forearms rising with her as she stood back on her feet. The Lightning started to form around the water on her hands as it began to form two spheres in here hands slightly larger than the one she had tossed to Clash playfully.She lifted her arms and held her palms upwards the sky embracing the orbs of electricity and water.

"All I wanted to do was make it rain.." she whispered as a bolt of the electricity escaped from her hands shooting into the sky of clouds with a loud clap and then boom. Thunder shook the area around them as the rain started to fall heavier than it had before.

The rain started to pour down around them, she watched the papers floating downwards from the air. The spheres of water were depleted of their electric energy, but she still had control of the water itself. The spheres projected forwards with the force of a typhoon, streams of water trailing behind them. The aqueous orbs engulfed the man in a 10 ft orb that kept him from breathing or escaping due to its churning current within.

The thunder crashed once more as a bolt of lightning then struck the orb from the clouds above that stunned the man. The pillars of protection were still active and circling around the fountain although the electromagnetic energy had been absorbed and exhausted. The pouring rain assisted them and they continued to grow in height and width.The wind grew in strength around the fountain as the pillars grew in size encircling Mori as she kneeled down and pulled her guns from their holsters. She braced herself for what the man had described as phase II. Keeping her eyes closely on Clash in case he tried to pull anything while her guard was down.

OOC: That makes no sense in reference to the "Spell" names you used compared to the Brain manipulation techniques I was using but ok.


Mori lays down in the fountain and pretends to be brain dead zombie due to absorption of her brain power and starts doing water angels within it.

Thunder boomed. “Man, it’s really coming down now. Weather manipulation?” I’m reminded of Drake LeFroy! Now what’s up with these burning papers?

Did they come from a scroll? I’d best watch out. Being able to detect electricity from his Taran (“Thunder”) lineage, he monitored the growing balls which seemed to be sucking energy out of the environment and getting larger minute by minute. Water from Mori’s orbs spliced together surrounded Clash with apparent intent to stop his breathing. A bolt of lightning struck, stunning him but not rendering him unconscious once again due to his being of the Taran bloodline.

He stretched his arms out in a “bring it” gesture, firing blasts of chi which opened windows of escape through the water bubble, which he merely walked through. As the wind continued to pick up, Clash merely went against it, bracing himself for another moment of discomfort in which he thrived. He merely shielded his face from the intense heat generated by Sin’s “spell gun,” eager to see how the lady might survive.