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Yuri had no interest in the children. Even if he did, there was a strange man with an ominous aura between them, and he had no desire to challenge that aura. However, this did not apply for Mugiri, who was still challenging him despite his sudden changes. A demonic grin appeared on Yuri's face as he stood there, watching Mugiri and sizing him up. "Prepare yourself....." he would call out softly, before raising his new wings up behind him. And spreading them to their limits he took off with a massive flap of his wings, the blood which coated them splattering onto the ground around them as he rose several feet into the air, wings flapping as he floated there. And then with another flap of his wings he dive bombed, flying inches from the ground at Mugiri, hand raised. And if Mugiri looked he would notice that the hand was not clenched in a fist as before, but instead raised with an open palm. His fingernails had grown sharper and had taken on the appearance of claws, lashing out at the enemy....

Yuri fell back into the ground with a sickening crunch, his wings now pinned underneath him. But his claws were in the man's side now, which meant that this fight was as good as over. If Mugiri were to notice, he would see faint tendrils of dark red energy beginning to flow into Yuri's hand, towards the now bloody claws. Yuri's blood red eyes glared up at Mugiri as he stared at the man with gritted teeth, channeling his energy for the first time into an unbridled assualt. Yuri was temporarily lost to his bloodlust, desiring to see this man fall before him....

Mastema sighed lightly as he heard Trilla scream behind him. He knew Nana was looking to him for some quick and non-violent resolution; although, Mastema would have preferred to step in and 'correct' the two fighters himself. Both of them had gone beyond the realm of sparring and brought this fight to a level where neither of them was using any thought or learning from this. Bowing his head slightly, Mastema slid his right foot back, raising his heel off the ground, before tapping the heel of his boot on the ground, producing a glowing symbol for less than half a second. At the same time, those around him might have heard the word 'hitomi' uttered.

Mugiri and Yuri would soon have forcible intervention to their battle. The asphalt around them cracked quickly before what seemed to be the branches of a dead tree sprung forth around and between them. These rapidly growing branches wove themselves around Mugiri and Yuri, continuing to push the two apart and possibly knocking weapons aside in the process. The branches around Mugiri would prevent him from moving his limbs any closer to Yuri, and those around Yuri would likely hold the crazed fledgeling firmly to the ground with demonic strength. Once the two were apart, a solid tree trunk would arise, its branches holding back Mugiri and its roots holding down Yuri. On one side of the unholy tree was a deformed imprint of a face caused by unusual indentations in the tree's bark. The tree was not very large in all, but it had an appearance of death and sorrow. To those with acute hearing, there would be a low holler accompanying the tree's appearance. It would seem this tree was Mastema's intervention.

Yuri growled angrily as the tree seperated the two of them and pinned him down on the ground. However, after a short burst of useless flailing and anger, the boy fell silent. He lay there, staring up at the tree with dull red eyes, blood trickling down around him, both his own and his opponent's. Until finally, after a few minutes, he let out a soft sigh. Closing his eyes, the boy's wings would seem to flicker for a moment before dispersing, breaking up into a strange wave of bats which would scatter in all directions from the boy. Yuri lay there silently for a moment, eyes closed, before finally opening his eyes once more. They were back to their normal hue, and Yuri appeared to be back to normal. Though he, and probably Tyrsais, knew that a great deal had changed within the boy. Yuri lay under the tree silently for several minutes, now waiting for Mastema to release him so that he could apologize for his actions.....

Though it took a couple of minutes, Mastema made sure the tree remained until all was well again. Once things seemed to have settled, a small 'hmph' was heard from him and he tapped his heel again. The demonic tree began to recede, its roots and branches shrinking back to the main body as the trunk itself began to submerge again. Within half a minute, the only trace that such a thing had ever been there was a foot and a half break in the asphalt. "By all means see that both of them are fine, and treat your new fledgeling for his injuries. Maybe next time I should make sure I have a dictionary on hand so people know the meaning of the word, sparring." The second half of the statement was more said to reach the two fighters. That said, Mastema's arm slowly pulled away from Nana's as he turned in her direction. His hand instead moved down and was softly set on Trilla's head. "There is nothing to be frightened of, Trilla; no one was ever in real danger." He wanted to see her response to that before he did any more. Though, he was sure she wouldn't just calm down completely because of his words.

Slayer simply sighed and shook his head a little "Not much more of a fledgeling than his master," was all he whispered to himself. Yuri's transformation had not been a simple fluke; it had been provoked both by the fight and by Tyr's own meddling.

Yuri would stand up slowly, stretching his back as he stood there, it being sore from his sudden transformation. There were two large holes in the back of his shirt from where the wings had been, and he was currently soaked in blood, but other than that he seemed back to normal. He would take several deep breaths before bowing to Mastema and Nana apologetically. "I'm... sorry for my behavior..... I will try to keep better control in the future......" he would whisper softly to the two before returning to his normal position. They might notice that his eyes held a sadness which hadn't been there before as he looked down at the ground. What the hell am I becoming?.... he thought to himself, torn by his new abilities. He would glance over at Tyrsais and give him a small bow as well, adding, Tyrsais, I.... need some time alone.... please, I will return soon...... With that he would slowly start to walk away down the street, eyes focused on the ground in front of him as he moved, momentarily lost in thought. He would continue to move off like that unless called back by one of them, needing to sort his thoughts.....

*While this Mugiri character, seemed in appearance to be a little bit scary of sorts, he also appeared to be rather.... honorable? Willing to take punishment if it was to be given, while Yuri had wandered off to be alone. Such actions and willingness to take responsability were winning points with Nana. The same would be said for Mastema, if he were to show his 'mercy' towards the warrior. The spar had gone over a bit too far, perhaps something light, like.... some sort of community service should be placed on Mugiri and Yuri for a day or so. It would allow them to familiarise themselves with the citadel at least a little*

Yuri would nod softly before taking off down the street at a quick walk. He would quickly manage to cover several blocks and disappear from sight, heading off to do.... something. He just needed time. Time to think, time to develop, time to cope. He would take a moment to raise a hand up a bit and look at it. It was back to normal, the small claws and wisps of energy apparently never even happening. He could probably manage to convince himself that the whole thing never happened. Except it did happen, and he knew it happened. And he understood that this was the cost of letting Tyrsais save him. However, understanding was not quite enough to make him feel better. As he walked he absentmindedly reached into his jacket and pulled out the blood pack Tyrsais had given him and bit into it, drinking the blood as he walked and letting his hunger slowly fade.....