OOC: Delicious Development Z. Thought KItsune and I had the major advantage in this one, but now...
I enjoyed writing this entry, especially playing "the mind". The first paragraph perhaps my greatest work of bull****, and I've BS'd quite a bit in my day. Thanks alot for this guys.

IC:

A mental aria of laughter, screams and light, arrose in triumphant majesty. With a power beyond pitch and volume and tone it made a grand cressendo, exploding into realms of sound heavenly beyond the reach of highest angels. Oh how each and every joyous note of that song of songs shook the pillars of the world; how it's beauty brought the coldest souls of hell to weep. The essence of music grew into a tempo without time, a melody without measure; it filled the universe, became the universe, and in the moment it began, had already moved on.

With less the a moment's warning, the body was very nearly overcome by the orgasmic energies the mind had released. His partner was lost in a blissful hysteria; a dangerous elation that had taken hold the moment Vossler had brandished a blade. Harvy understood the draw, the man's expertise was utterly delicious, a perfectly controlled existence beyond anything the body had yet experienced... but a fight to the death was still no place to lose one's cool.

Every ounce of psychic power he possessed had been given over to empathizing the man's skill; Harvy was no longer even able to emulate basic emotions and no where near free enough to attempt deep telepathy. With no way to be sure, he decided he could not trust what he saw on the fencer's face... but it certainly appeared as if the boy had been just as startled by his little magical display has he and Maruchi had been.

If Vossler had truly been unaware of that... that thing, (A "Typhonic Beast" according to the giddy ramblings of the mind, whatever they might be worth) then perhaps killing the lad today would be a mercy. That darkness was his destiny.

Bah, this was no time for musing! Quickly working a few adjustments into his artificial blade, the body decided to again press the attack. He had no chance against the blademaster alone; they were equal now in skill but the other man had all other advantages; strength, size, speed, experience and, apparently, dark magic. He simply needed to tip the balance in Maruchi's favor. That really shouldn't have been to difficult; the men had been evenly matched in the begging, things had changed somehow... and his life balanced on the degree of that change.

The body came straight on, meeting a stark Vossler on the edge of his range. He kept his blade work defensive; evading or deflecting the powerful strikes which would doom him for a mistake and peppering the man with light stabs and hoping to draw just enough of his opponents focus to present Heishuro a solid opening.

He took a small stab in the first moments, and though he managed a solid strike in return, the fencer soon had him dancing. His shin was stabbed, then his side... his left arm took a heavy whack... where was that fool fighter?