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Mendokusai

`He could not see, as the Third Eye did not offer sight, but he could diffidently tell that heat was building up, his this was diffidently a pain, the second fire element today, he hated the heat. His hand shook a little bit, opening, a thin green membrane skin linked his fingers together, webbing, but it was too small and concentrated near the tips of his fingers and base to have any use. This was when he finally got energy to create a large cracking noise, the staff would -seemingly- fly from nowhere. Its origins unable to be traced, as it left no mark. As the staff flew from afar, twords him, his hand would return from normal. Pale white skin covering the thick membrane that was there before, his staff getting closer every moment. At the time that the enemies eyes would focus, suffocatingly on his, his pupils would shrink. It was that moment, that they shared a mind, that Salem would set loose. In the sudden blight, the drugs would kick in, Smoke that was previously clouding the air, would cloud Salem's mind. Concentration was lost, thought was lost, time was lost, and Salem would probably begin to get dizzy, or light headed. He could see everything in the others mind, from find to foe, past present and future, and the flame, the spark that kept him going, tainted with the blood of his allies. It was in that second, as if in slow motion, the staff would come sliding into his hand, the symbol for metal glowed and two 1.5 feet long blades, like little scythes, would bust out of the wood, at the tip, facing opposite each other. His pupils enlarged, no longer focused on this man, and as this man was unable to concentrate, hardly able to give thought, he would smile. His staff raising to defense.`

I think this counts as forcing you to.

Analysis, Vision, Movement, Positioning....

I will tear your soul apart.

`His staff of summoning, as The other man would "Know" to call it, from them meeting eyes. The man would also start to recall visions, visions from Banpaia, but that he had not of seen during the initial gaze. Banpai would raise the staff and two, three, four, more blades would come from it, and then, they would move up and down, all independently of each other, rotating to where they are connected to the staff. Down, the blades would touch the staff, and even push into it lightly, up, they would all be independent scythes of various lengths, from 6 inches to two feet ((Only the three main ones at the top where two feet.)). The vision Salem would experience now, was of a woman, beautiful, long black hair, tattered brown clothes. Obviously a peasant, Salem would recognize her as a mother, at least until she was tortured by other townsfolk, and eventually burnt alive, tied to a stake. This vision, although non-discrete, as was the nature of the third eye, would become ever pressing in Salems mind, making it harder for him to focus as the staffs blades all retracted to the "down" position, and Banpaia would hold it like a spear, shoving the tip in Salems Direction. Blood-thirsty for defiance.`

Give up, or your soul is mine.

`It was actually pretty easy to dodge, after all, the length of his staff gave him a pretty clean advantage, and the meat cleaver wasnt exactly the next best thing to a shriken. The blade whooshed past him, as he slid to a closed stance, with his chest not open and his shoulder to the enemy, his whole body taking a slide back to the right, away from the cleaver, which would go off and out of the arena, possibly into the audience. His staff would raise again, defensively, once sure that the man was in his control. Salems next vision would be of the woman, burnt badly, but saved from the crowd, dead, but still looking pretty good. She was laying across a table, in a shack, hidden in the forest. Salem would be unable to move, now seeing himself in the vision, holding the meat cleaver over the dead body, and unable to control himself as his arms lowered, offering a slow, clean slice to the naked womans stomach, and making a standard autopsy "Y" incision. To the audience, Salem would appear to just stand there. As it was almost impossible for Salem to defy his new, dream-vision movements.`

Clear your mind, my young.
`He would vanish, body-flicker, to the other side of the arena.`
Or else you'll miss the next part of the movie.
`He chuckled, this was easy now that he had his staff. He looked at the back of the man who seemed skilled in the art of the mind. It was interesting how under this paralysis, the man could still control his body, infact, for a mere monk, it was almost a miracle. Simply put, Salem was drugged, his mind would be slow and unclear, thought hard.. Salem was receiving visions... and Salem was in a form of paralysis that would leave most men up to the bidding of him, Salem moved as to his own will, and He was shocked. The next part of the dramatic flik' was, once Salem had moved, a young man would take his place, long hair, watching. And the woman would rise again, with a rabid soul to be let loose. In the vision, the corpse would hurtle itself across the room and latch unto Salems back, legs around his belly, arm around his neck, other arm struggling to reach a knife that was lodged into her leg. In real life, this could make a interesting show, as Banpaia prepared for the worst. He would take a ring off of his finger, and hold it up, beginning to focus energy in it, but still holding his staff ready to make a simple block.`