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There was no defense fast enough in Jade's experiance for a move like that. Nor likely any that would hold up against it either. Knee met with face, and the sudden smash made Jade release her grip on his arm, and her tail from Seinorei.

The girl flew backwards through the air, her body arching back slightly from the impact. A stream of blood hovered in the air for a moment, before falling to the tiles below, covering a good 30 feet between Taliman and Jade.

Her body refused to move as she landed hard on the tile, cracking it slightly upon impact. She lay still for a few moments, before shifting her left arm a bit and pushing herself up. Jade leaned herself over to her right, and proceeded to cough up blood, staining the tiles a brillant scarlet. It flowed from her nose and mouth, making it hard to catch any breath without coughing down more blood.

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As the fight continued on the mage's expression darkened. Though Jade was holding her own, the difference in skill and outright brute strength was starting to rear its head. Knowing the feelings of pride that one felt even when going about something futile were probably all that were keeping the Saiya-jin girl going.

Fighting the urge to to step in and end the punishment, the mage remained resolute in her position of passive observer. At this point she wondered where Deity was in all of this. To her knowledge he was usually the one to step in at times such as this. But part of her knew that it was critical that nothing stepped in the way of this match. Adversity makes one stronger when they live through. The old saying was just as much true here as it would be anywhere else.

Grimacing at the sight of spattering blood on the pristine tiles, she frowned. Watching Jade struggle to get up once more, she remarked on how the Saiya-jin was still resolute in continuing the match. What this meant to Tali was probably very little, but perhaps even he would cease this match before it proved fatal. Propping her chin her hands the mage continued to watch on.

The small-statured demon flips backward after his successful blow, both ancient blades flipping along with him as he lands in a second crouch. Raising his head to see a trail of blood painted on the ground, Taliman calmly gets to his feet as the Saiya-jin girl's body hits the floor with a sick thud. Wesley rather carelessly tosses Seinorei aside with a growling hiss, holding his palm up to his face and examining the burn mark there. Nearly the entire surface of his hand is scalded a deep red. The initial sting is gone, so this should be healed soon.

Whatever the case, the demon feels he has proven his point. He had no doubt that he could best the child, but it was her swordplay he wished to test. Dropping his hand to his side, he starts on a casual pace across the ring, headed straight for Jade. Should the girl try to move as the demon approaches, she'll find her arms and legs restrained. The tile underneath her has dissolved into a fine, sandy substance, bands of pulverized stone wrapping around her wrists, ankles, and tail and squeezing them to the floor. The harder she may pull at them, the tougher they will seem to be.

Soon enough, Wesley is standing next to her, looking down with a half-closed eye and a furrowed brow. A look of dissatisfaction. With a flick of his wrist, Shinorei vanishes into the air, and the Emperor drops down onto his heels, right elbow resting on his leg.

"Little brother may be keeping you in shape.."

Tali lets his eye wander to the side, tracing the contours of Jade's form through her shirt. Well built, she is, having both natural assets and those gained through intensive training. A beautiful young lady, for sure. All that power, going to waste. He's always wondered what Tybron saw in her. Tali looks back to her face, swiveling his head once to shift his hair out of his view.

"...but he might not be teaching you what you need to learn."

Reaching out with his left hand, he gently brushes the backs of his fingers across her cheek. Tali smiles, the kind of look resembling a sarcastic pity.

"It's Tybron, child. Not you. I've no need to kill you."

Narrowing his eye further with a grin, he rather roughly pushes her face away as he stands up, looking down to see blood on his fingers. Stifling a laugh, he just licks it off. The rock sand holding the girl down slides away, transforming once again into normal featherstone.

"Do not face me again, or else I will find one."

Taliman steps back, offering a sharp glance to KenoTao, so far off in the seats. His eye remains on the tiger only briefly before he turns away, folding his arms behind his waist. The demon lord's motives seem to be a mystery at this point. As KenoTao concluded, killing Jade would serve little purpose, as it would give rise to that beast. Even disregarding this, Taliman gains nothing in killing Jade, except another soul for Shinorei. His words, however, have little to do with either killing her or letting her live.

Without awaiting a response to acknowledge, Wesley finds his way out, his short stride taking him out into the cold nearly a minute later.

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