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His right fist clenches as he hears the scold from his teacher. She was always harsh to him when it came to teaching him something, but he had to admit, when she was right, the old hag was right. He stood his ground in complete calmness but frustration as the controlled people are shot down toward him, along with the incoming charge of his foe. Things looked grim to him, but it was time for tough judgment. He had kept from killing nothing but demons before because he was told they were bad. But after a realization, he knew to judge even demons for their rights and wrongs, only taking down the ones who were chosen to be beaten to a pulp for wanting to do some harm to this world or the other. He didn't feel any guilt then.

The Doctor had played the same trick on him of testing his will to not kill a human. Such a man was clever in screwing around with the kid's brain, but he came to soon realize that Yusuke saw only two things: you were either alright on terms with him or needed a good a**-kicking. This Jonas character obviously needed that type of treatment. And well, his "puppets," unfortunately, needed to be treated the same way. He could only mentally apologize for what he was about to do, but it was neccessary to take out this Vexic character before anymore harm came to anyone else.

"Why do you always have to be right, Grandma," Yusuke would say as he slides his right foot back, turns his left side a bit toward the approaching Jonas, and places his right hand outward, fingers uncurled and his palm up. It would positioned in to the side as his left hand hovers over it, open palm, too, as a red glow outlines his body, much calmer. Jonas would recognize it as the "shield" Yusuke created before when he had used his spirit energy, but the difference was in color. Yet, there was another difference, too. It seemed a wave of pulsing energy would stream over his body, the boy at great concentration. When one used demon energy, it was usually let wild, set free to be able to do as it pleased against those of the wielder's enemies. But this time, no this time, Yusuke had actually tamed his power, showing a mastery that only a few demons were capable of achieving. For example, his ancestor, Raizen.

His focus now ready, he would give a smirk, the first he has presented for a while since this fight started. And when Yusuke gave a smile, it meant he was confident in his following actions.

"Alright, Vexic. Show me what you got."

((Sorry for the wait. ^_^``` I've been busy and not feeling well. This isn't up to par with a post I'd like to make, but don't know if I'll have a chance tomorrow so I'd rather be safe than sorry.))

Fifty one collissions. Each of the fifty suspended puppets would crash into the shield created by the spirit detective with a single forceful thrust coming from Jonas. Jonas had two hopes for this concentrated effort. The first would be that his puppets would be utterly destroyed and he'd be allowed to take part in their transcendence into pure energy and nothingness, a state higher than their own through punishment of their mortal vessel. The secondary hope was that he'd break down the shield either through strength of force or the growing ressonance effect surrounding his frame. Should that occur he'd hope to give Yusuke that same final fate. The only odd thing would be that Jonas would not be looking directly at Yusuke, his head turned down.

Jonas was rather disappointed in the unfortunate turn of events as it would not grant him the full extent of his desires. He sails past where Yusuke had been as he begins swatting the spectators away, the empathic and telepathic links buckling under the strain. A thick red blood bursts from his nose as the force from it carries away small bits of grey matter and tears up the nasal passages. In his last act of defiance including the puppets he forcefully severs the links and ends the lives of each of the fifty, tearing their minds apart as their skin as flayed from their bones. The countryside would be littered with the flesh and blood, but they would be at peace from Jonas's manipulations.

While one would think this angered the most peculiar Vexic it in fact did not. The goal was achieved no matter the means to accomplish it. Had Yusuke killed them they would have transcended the mortal coil amidst the ecstacy of torment just the same as if Jonas had torn them apart from the inside out. While Jonas did indeed gain pleasure and power from their pain and the stress placed upon Yusuke, he was a Believer. Through killing and pain flooding the senses of all he could bring under his sway he was creating a better world. All of them, better worlds.

When Jonas finally came to a stop his limbs twisted and his body crouched low to the ground. The scream of metal grating on metal pierced the air as his metallic based frame seemed to be coming apart at the seams. Through the metallic reverberations through the air it would slowly become evident that Jonas seemed to be emplacing a great deal of concentration into whatever it was that he was trying to accomplish. When the ground began cracking around him the purpose of his efforts might become painfully clear, and would become even moreso in mere moments.

The force of will exuding from Jonas quickly began flooding the grounds upon which the arena had been established. The floor directly under Yusuke's feet began to shift and change as two great hands rose up in the attempt to enclose around Yusuke and drag him underground. At the same moment large chunks of earth were tearing themselves from the ground as the stone walls of the arena began to crack. Any remaining sand in the arena had also picked up and was scouring the air, focusing around Yusuke in a whirlwind. Should Yusuke have a need to breathe taking in all that sand would surely be less than pleasant over time. Jonas himself, meanwhile, was still crouched while the blades continued to grate against one another all across his form.

Shards of rock began to swirl around Jonas's form as ground up rock, dirt, and sand swirled around his body. Smaller chunks would be launched into Yusuke's path to halt his advance as blood and Agony flowed into the growing cloud of debris around Jonas, becoming as one with the earth. Before Jonas disappeared Yusuke would notice his head snap up and his arms thrust up towards the spirit detective, the scream of metal piercing the air with the sight of his right arm spinning apart. The debris mixed with blood and Agony would form up into a shield much like a bubble, reminiscent of the capabilities of a particular demon infused ninja that had been present in the tournament. Sand and debris mixed with his blood and Agony to produce such an effect that surpassed that which it mimiced, however. The blood contained within and the Agony component linked the sands to Jonas and while any strike upon the sands would not transfer pain to the elemental, it seemed as if strikes against it would have an inverse effect in the short term just the same as pain inflicted upon Jonas pushes him far beyond his limits. Grand sections of the arena walls had begun floating away from their locations while chunks from the floor began to rise up. The terrain was becoming highly unstable in of itself.

Genkai could already see that this arena was becoming a junkyard of stone and earth, so would place her hands forward, with her thumbs and index fingers touching one another as she closes her eyes, a sphere forming from her mind in physical form as it grows more and more around her. When it stops, it will surround her and the stands in a fourty feet diameter, making sure this is the only part of the arena that doesn't fly away like the rest. She would then lower her hands and continue to watch the fight, finding things not looking well for her pupil, but she had confidence that he'll pull through. He wasn't the smartest guy, but he had the intelligence of any fighter with the right mind of tactics.

Yusuke would show his will of wanting to get to Jonas as he would swing his right and left fists simultaneously to whack the debris coming toward him. Despite their size, this was an easy task for him, needing nothing more than fists powered with the force of his body, knocking them off to random directions as he heads down toward that shield of Jonas. He would get through, even though he would be delayed, his right fist striking right at the shield.

Then he finds his fist moved off to the side, the rotation of the sphere not allowing it. That is when he would suddenly send a flurry of punches right at the shield, each one trying to strike through the rotating shield to at least make a good straight and direct attack. And he would be aloft there in the air, showing that he did have capabilities of flight. Finding that he was failing in his attacks, he would decide it was time to take a "hold" of the situation. That is when both hands would open into grab-like positions and thrust forward.

When he strikes into the shield again, a great blast of demon energy would crackle and spray from contact, Yusuke now determined to go against the rotation as he struggles to keep his hands in place. But this time, friction was building here, as he would attempt to create a hole in the shield, like a drill of sorts. The very force from this action alone would cause a disturbance of air around them, the turmoil similar to that of the breaking apart arena as nothing but collision would be occuring right now.

"Grrrrrrrr!"

The assaults against the sphere had increased the overall strength of the defensive shell even as Jonas was reinforcing it himself. The friction applied by Yusuke against the sphere was indeed showing some progress as a fine glass dust began swirling around his hands. This, however, would come with a price as larger sections of the floor and arena walls began to zip past the sphere with almost no room for error. This would mean that between the large sections of debris now flying through the air Yusuke had a high chance of being thrown away from the sphere, should he not divert his focus or be able to withstand the large slab trying to peel him away. It might seem slightly odd that despite the friction and even sand turning to glass at the point of contact, the temperature around Yusuke was dropping at a steady rate.