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When Snow did get off of the commander's head, he would turn around to see if he could still land, which he surprisingly did. Jean would not have even felt the slash that his challenger made, even though it split part of his head, due to the fact he had no nerves, or even blood for that matter. Due to the nature of Jean's composure, his head was resewed up almost as soon as the katana had left his "flesh." His master had done his research this time around.

Jean went on with the knee nonetheless. The headbutt startled him a little and pushed him backwards. The startle caused Snow's katana to make contact, doing moderate damage to the curiass, but nothing too severe that Jean could not bounce back. However, he did see that his knee connected. Mr. Patruade found this perfect time to exploit his opponent's startled behavior. As the pressure from the knee would probably cause him to bend down, it was perfect oppurtunity for Jean's submission move to begin. His right arm, which the daggertail was "attached" to, would be swung up and to the left, causing the daggertail to fly to the other side. Jean's left hand, which had recovered from the katana slash, would catch it. The daggertail was now around Snow's neck. Using the knee that was still in Snow's abdomen for stability, he pulled the daggertail back with both hands, hoping for his opponent to submit to what would be excruciating pain, as numerous tiny blades would pierce into his neck...

"......."

It was deathly wrong to see how Jean managed to even appear unphased with the attack. It was even wierder to see why this.....this form, appeared almost immortal like in all its pitiful glory.

.....Pitiful.

Snow dropped his blade to the side when he was caught in the submissive act. Angling both hands out this time as the pain now literally started to eat its way into his neck, it looks like he was dropping his guard....
Until he slammed both palms together in front of him, having no choice but to utilize magic reluctantly against the opponent today.

The air around Jean and Snow gave some unusual sparks of static discharge before it gathered around Snow quickly, the air thickening in concentration and --

There wasn't even a warning when Snow's body started to shimmer under the light. As his own body expelled some unnatural aura of energy into the air instantly, his cloak billowed up under the imaginary wind, revealing red crimson mists which filled up the air, especially concentrating near his own clothings. It thickened to the point of attaining an iron-like physical barrier as it expanded outwards, breaking the daggertail's grip on Snow's neck.
To the point that his entire body is covered in a crimson aura, it looked almost majestic in beauty....
If one does not see the fuse that Snow had done to himself.

For when the mist coated his entire body, it wasn't a physical barrier that blocked the daggertail from impaling itself further into his neck --

It was the fiery explosion afterwards that exploded around Snow, blasting the daggertail away from Jean's grasp, as well as lighting everything up in flames within a few feet of Snow's perimeter surroundings. The explosion that only occured a few seconds later from the slapping of both his own palms was more than enough time to literally throw Jean away from Snow, along with his precious daggertail.

And when that occurs, Snow will be literally wrapped in fire, his body and appearance unable to be clearly seen within the flames that burns the ground asunder...the previous explosion having forced some debris into the air to decrease visibility....

Jean managed to eye the sparks in the air around him. He had a feeling that something vile was up, yet he foolishly did not care. Instead, seconds before the explosion began, he put more pressure along the right side of Snow's neck in order to do him in by cutting the jugular, thus causing him to bleed to death as it would pump out much of the body's blood. When the explosion came, Jean would fly back. However, he remained to have a tight grip on his daggertail, and as he would fly back, it would most likely cut layers off of his opponent's skin and hair. But, the barrier erected around him could be strong enough.

When Jean got up off of the ground, he attempted to move his mouth, face, and all of that. However, all was to no avail; his face had been charred from the explosion, and his armor was burnt. Even angrier than before, Jean stared at his opponent, now covered in flames.

It was time for Jean to use magic himself.

As he had been based off on his master, he could manipulate both ground and fire. However, he was not looking to manipulate the fire; rather, the ground. He raised his left and right hands diagnolly to the opposite direction. Two earth columns, composed mostly of clay, would fly out of the ground and rush towards Snow. They would attempt to surround him, effectively covering him in clay. What was even worse was that the fire around him would effectively "bake" the clay. Once baked, the clay would be stiff, and the participant wouldn't move. Snow would suffocate...unless he could somehow generate some way to get out of there without damaging himself. Even then, Jean and his daggertail would be ready for any strike made.