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Jubei surveyed the area a moment, many branches had been cut down when Leon tossed his scythe, he also noticed that Leon looked more confident with the sword he had just unsheathed.

The situation assessed Jubei ran in a straight line towards his opponent, it did not appear the wisest of plans, without his sword drawn Leon was clearly at an advantage but just before reaching him Jubei kicked up one of the fallen branches aiming it at Leons face, instinctively he cut it only to find Jubei had acted quickly in this time brushing his blade to the side with his left wrist [[the only armor Jubei wears is wrist bracer's]] and ready to deliver a crushing blow to his face with his right hand.

Jubei stood and observed Leon's transformation, he then performed a quick scan with his sense materia and saw that there was a drastic rise in his power.

Drawing his black katana slowly he said

"Interesting, is this the power you used to defeat Tal?"

The blade fully drawn he swiped at the air and rested it by his side

"Hold nothing back show me your greatest powers, fight without consequence"

from behind a not to distant tree, the sound of Leon's sister Nyrra shuddering with fear could be heard

"This is a battle between monsters, it is no place for a little girl, take your brothers advice and be gone"

Kormea wasn’t looking where he was going, besides, the wave of people going to the tournament was so slow he could walk "on autopilot" anyway.

He stopped, a fair way off the path, to take a break, under a thick veil of tress [[This is so your character can see this whole scene Bane]] , he had some thinking to do.

Okay, so recap, this guy's body is a little bit weak and undersized for his liking, but, that meant it was fast. Now how could he use this as the winning tool against these thick (both mentally and physically) obstacles in his way to winning.

He could also feel materia all around him, it taunted him, almost seeming to pull at his very essence like a hook once it is embedded in a fish's lip.

He wondered if he could nab any of the idiot's materia here, then again he doubted there would be much if any summon materia, and he NEEDED those materia.

His train of though was interrupted when he felt gruff hands grab him from behind.

He squirmed and kicked missing whoever had hold of him each time.
He was gruffly spun around and an ugly face covered in small scars that looked like they where from many years of fighting stared at him.

The a voice that seemed cold, detached get rough as sandpaper and as deep as an abyss at the base of the ocean told him:

"Hand over your materia NOW or I beat the living s**t out of you and take it."

Kormea didn’t panic, he was already formulating his way out of this (his rapid, tactical mind picking out the tree he was backed up against in and instant).

He drew his hand slowly bringing it to the brownish-red gem embedded in the katar.

And as he did so, as the huge monstrous man leered over him he slowly brought his other hand to a level in front of the man's shoulder. He began to thumble with the materia in the katar and then, pushed, hard, as hard as he could.

The man stumbled and twisted to try and keep his balance due to his immense weight, in the process reversing his and Kormea's position to he was backed up against the tree. As his face contorted with rage an his fist began to ball, Kormea brought the hand with the katart into the man's face with a sickening crunch, the nose breaking, blood free-flowing in a crimson stream from the nose. The ogre of a man clutched his nose, howling in pain, fury in his eyes, his face going red with anger, he brought his fist up and swung it at Kormea, clipping his eye.

Pain shot through Kormea like a bullet, his eye instantly beginning to swell, he had had enough, this was unacceptable, this guys had punched him, PUNCHED HIM for goodness sake, NO ONE punched him, NO ONE.

He brought his leg into the man's groin, the man falling to the ground with a whimper of agony, curling into a fetal position, Kormea rough his leg back and kicked rapidly, back and forward, back and forward, back and forward into the man's stomach. He then kicked the man in the face, and the man coughed, gauged, a mix and blood, teeth and vomit escaping his cavernous mouth onto the shadow-covered grass below.

But Kormea didn’t stop there, there was something maniacal about him now, a sort of frenzy going through him, he had been hurt, he hadn’t felt physical pain in well over 600 years [[though he and Rajossi have no idea of his age yet, just a lil tibitit for everyone else there]], he was beyond being furious or livid, he could smell the man’s putrid sick on the floor, hear his dirty laboured breathing, feel the heat coming from him, feel the throbbing of his own eye. He flicked his wrist, blades materialising in the odd ghostly fashion they always did, flickering sliver light from a sun-beam penetrating the canopy of trees above.

Kormea pulled the man up with all his might against the tree, and drew back his right wrist, he thrust forward, the noise of cracking ribs and ripped flesh filling the small forest for less than a second.

The man sprawled on the floor, a gaping hole in the far left side of his chest, blood oozing down the tree back onto it's slumped, barley breathing owner.

Kormea walked away, the blades dematerialising, adrenaline pumping through his body, a sweet satisfaction coursing though him like some great, twisted reward, a smile twitching at the corner of his lips, because although it had been a very long time since he had been hurt, it had been in turn a very long time since he had hurt another, now chucking to himself as he walked on toward the tournament slowly in the crowd, his eye swelling firmly shut, he could make out the camp and tournament ground in the distance...

[[Chris, tell me is this is a little too violent for the whole PG 13 rule and I will edit it down to a less gory version. I was just trying to make it as easy to envision in the mind as possible as that is what I try to do when writing.]]

Jubei watched as Leon attacked his sister, showing about as much emotion as a scientist infecting a lab rat with a deadly disease.

"It's seems this power pollutes your mind, ordinarily that wouldn't be a problem but in this case I'm afraid you will have to be tamed"

If Leon was going to be part of the team, Jubei would need to make certain he would refrain from attacking his allies in battle, the best way to do this would be to make it clear to him now, who was more powerful.

"Your retraining begins now, lesson number one, never leave your opponent unattended"

From above Jubei struck with a long swipe, Leon dodged jumping back a bit putting distance between the two again, however in the time Leon attacked his sister Jubei had prepared a trap, two massive trees were falling directly where Leon had jumped to.

"Tamed? Retraining? Why the hell would I agree to that?" Rev said as he rolled back behind the trees. "Becareful now... The girl is still here, you wouldn't want Leon's baby sister to get hurt and have him refuse to go with you right?" Rev then lunged into the air and brought the scythe down barely a meter away from jubei, "Tal des nadeln!" He yelled as the blade entered the ground, cause fairly large stone spikes to shoot up a Jubei.