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Flicking out a card with a shield on it, Syaoran briefly closed his eyes for a moment only to hear the chain hook hit against the shield from the card, but had made his feet break through the dirt.
"Ouch. Raiten shourai," Syaoran muttered lightly to himself only for electricity to shoot from his fingertips towards Gunji's demonic self. After those two quick spells, he pulled himself from the ground and quickly ran away from the other as he let his magic start recharging. This hadn't been his intention, but it still seemed to have drawn out the more challenging of fights than he thought he'd have to deal with in this school to the surface.



{( Out.Of.Consciousness: ~ }}

Syaoran closed his eyes while waiting for impact only to reopen his eyes when he heard something like metal-on-metal only to see Wennin, the tall youth with silvery-white hair and the black mask, standing there in his defense with a large broadsword that had cut through the chains. His own backflip had reverted the demonic side of Gunji to have to go backwards instead of connecting with Syaoran's torso.
"Nuh-uh, buddy. Not his time. Let's play. I gotta let out some of this anger I've been holding in," Wennin smiled deviously while keeping himself between the chains holding Syaoran that had been separated from the Red Beast and the Red Beast himself, his sword's form turning into a black smoke only to resolidify as a large double-headed scythe.



{( Out.Of.Consciousness: ~ }}

The Red Beast had never stopped smiling. Words did not even reach him now. The cut chains flailed against the wall and reconnected to each other around Syaoran again, then shortened strapping him to the wall. The Red Beast landed on his feet then flashed forward again with hooked chains attached to his arms he appeared a little over and behind Wennin. The chains hooked onto the scythe and tore away the weapon and The Red Beast threw it as a projectile to the chained Syaoran.

"I wish Wennin-san would quit playing in that fight outside and Cres-san would hurry up and find Erik-san," Syaoran sighed lightly while twirling his card in his hand yet ignoring the scratches and holes in his clothes.
"This tickles," Wennin snickered like the masochist he was, letting every little hit from the Red Beast do something up until the blood spike on his boots. That was where he finally retaliated, those little blood spikes of the Red Beast's just simply sliding back into his skin and leaving little pinpricks in the spots they'd been at, Wennin catching the other's leg and simply slamming his fist into the creature's face. His scythe had turned into black smoke again as his fist simply started a repeated process of hitting the other in the face with a strength that didn't even seem to weaken in the slightest. It was apparent that he wasn't to be messed with when angered.



{( Out.Of.Consciousness: You do not piss off Wennin. It's a bad idea. Thanks to Sabin, he's in a bad mood~ }}

The punches continued into The Red Beast face, they pounded over and over, making his mouth bleed. Then The Red Beast opened his mouth and bit down on his fist, stopping the punches and gashing Wennin's hand. The Beast smiled again. A large amount of Blood in his mouth seeped into Wennin's hand, about two gallons. Red blades stabbed out of his arm as they went down Wennin's veins. The Red Beast twisted his center of gravity, turning his entire body while biting down, then let go, tossing the man and gaining some distance. Blood ran down The Red Beast's face as he smiled even injured. The Blood of the Red Beast blocked and rooted down the windpipe of Wennin, blocking any breathing ability. In the center of The Red Beast's white eyes, red dots appeared and started growing over them. Satisfaction was being made in him.