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The force of the blow was quite enough to rip his robe from his shoulders, revealing the deeply etched leathers beneath which stood with the strength of alchemical stone. He laughed an unpleasant laugh, proping himself up from the tip of the weapon as he shook his head. "My, what a lovely display of acrobatics, my young friend. You are practically a little fox, you jump about so!" His smile waned slowly, drawing back over yellowed teeth as the lines about his body began to blur. "Now, dodge the lowly fist of humanity!" He could have moved, twirled his weapon, for the air about him bended and distorted as he had. However, to the naked eye, he remained steadfast as sharp ripples of metalic force lept from his standing form in a broad array towards his target.

In the hail of spellfire, and with his back against the wall, it seemed Caustus had little more ground to give; however, this may have just been a ruse to begin with. The heat was intense, as was the onslaught, but come what may, the tall man fought stiffly against each swordfall with full concentration on parrying each strike. He spun the broad blades single handedly, his other hand tucked away in the sad remainders of his cloak, moving in short, swift strokes which would be expected of a smaller weapon. "The master need not use his full potential against the student. I was assuming that we were sparring." He bared his teeth viciously, his eyes burning with excitement as he connected against the other's blade with the hooked portion of the zweihander, essessing the amount of force was needed to force the man back.

Far too dazzled by the flash to retort, Caustus was now caught in a moment of confusion and wonderment as to this unexpected cicumnavigation of his arcane resistance. The next moment, he was on his back with the whelp's filthy blade to his throat. This was not an alin possition to him, however it was unwelcome all the same. His anger was palpable as a whipping steam which drifted from his body. With eyes locked on his opponents, Brother Caustus of the Black order began to worm his desperation, fear, and aggression deep into the folds and fascets of this stange cretures mind. He spat poisonous words on the edge of hearing, dulled in the numbing lull of his eyes. As his body lay prone, his mind-self wandered the reveries of thought; each footfall screaming in the psyche of his opponent. With averice, he clouded all reason and substance. The world quickly burned away, for he did not tollerate anything but his own mind to be. " No... do not resist... cut... there is only the cut... the blood trickles through the blades veins... into your heart... no different from yours... pierce the flesh of time and see what secrets I bleed...cut..."

(Yup. Good, old fasioned, high level hypnotism. No worries, he isn't going for the jugular... though Athro might.)

He blinked out for a moment, then sighed bitterly as the mental fog subsided. He was no longer on his back, but standing starkly in the spot he was once felled. It seemed that this one had proven his equal, but in an entirely alien way. He would be warey in the future of the peoples in this land, their strange ways, and irratatingly staunch resolve. He glowered at the wierd man, slouching on his weapon which was now sheathed all of a sudden. His tattered robes swayed in the gentle breeze as he began to turn away, his unpleasant eyes finally leaving the creature. "Diluded beast... if you care to mark me a liar and tickster, so be it. It is you who has refused to see; who lacked the subtle understanding...there will be others..." His heavy boots fell for a few steps, and then he was no more.

Kirru stood in his shop, making his special arrows, and selling them for cheap, they seemed to bring in enough gold pieces to make a building of gold, he was going to get a ring made, for ithilwen.