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"I know what you're thinking and yes, I'm a pure youkai. But this--" He threw his head lightly towards Micoi, indicating the dragon. "--is my adoptive daughter."

If Jindra had noticed Midare throwing her spell she ignored it because she swiftly floated out of its track and a bit higher. "Keeper of the Dragon Queen." She smirked before raising a hand above her head in the air and sending another array of black fire flaring down towards the three. She was currently, it seemed, completely ignoring the fact that Nashrome was right in the line of fire, literally.

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(( Cuz people are lazy ))

Nash was about to reply to the other youkai when he looked up ... just as the fire started down. His eyes widened as it fell toward them. Glancing around, he quickly darted toward a half-fallen wall and got beneath it. There wouldn't be room there for more than him though. He glared out and up at Jindra. What was her problem, anyway?

The Queen! Hayate called urgently to her mind.

Midare spun around, looking around for Micoi. She spotted her and the fire at the same time and, thinking quickly, used the same spell as before. But she modified it slightly so that instead of a blade of air, it was a wall. The wall of air was meant to drive the fire to the side of where Micoi and Kanak were. She couldn't see Nash hiding under the wall from where she was.

((And now we can move again. LOL *is back home* ^^))

((And what am I supposed to do now? XDD ... *ponders*))

When the fire had been blown away, but they were still distracted, Nash saw his chance. Obviously, the female dragon was more than she appeared ... someone important. Quickly, he darted back out and around, heading toward her from behind. He was going to try to disarm and capture her. He did also keep an eye on the youkai, though. He could be dangerous...

Meeya flinched at the harsh words, spearing him straight to the heart as surely as any weapon could. The only fact that his body didn't seem ready to lay down and die saved him from getting impaled by his own dagger, as he threw himself out of the way. Looking around confusedly from where he'd landed on the grass, fingers burying themselves into the earth, Meeya groaned. Tightening his fingers into the rich earth beneath them, he let loose with his power, trying to send it inwards. She was right. He knew it, was just too cowardly to do it right. He had always known. The youkai was only pointing out the truth.

But as always, he could never use it on himself. Instead the power turned outwards, lashing along the ground and turning fresh green grass into dead, dry straws. The earth cracked and turned black and dead brown under him, all life fleeing before the destructive touch of Meeya's "inverted healing". The part of a crumbled wall he'd been beside cracked and turned to pebbles and then dust. He wasn't really thinking anymore, still trying to turn his powers against himself and only having it turning away, as if reflected. He had more or less totally forgotten all about the fight and the people involved with it, especially those stuck on the ground.

Since Liozu hadn't really been paying attention to where he was going, it was probably no surprise when he banged head-first into a door. Rubbing his forehead, the Earth Knight groaned and opened the door, glancing in to see who he had disturbed by chasing clouds. Teioz.
"Sorry about that. Wasn't paying attention." Liozu grinned and shrugged apologetically.

Meeya appeared not to hear Micoi's cry, all focus and attention turned inwards, all the while the power continued to spread outwards reacing for anything alive in the victinity and spreading. The youkai woman's voice and words echoed in his mind, again and again, mingling with his own thoughts and throwing it all back at him. He was wrong. What else could he be? Faeries weren't supposed to bring destruction and pain the way he could. He shouldn't... be... alive. Groaning, Meeya curled up into as much of a fetal position as he could while sitting on his knees, tears burning at the edges of his eyes but not falling. He had no right to cry for himself.