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Who: [Bad username or site: fortunefail title=Yuan @ livejournal.com] and [Bad username or site: imatreenow title=Mithos @ livejournal.com]
What: Confrontation!~
When: The 29th of December, some time after this. (yes, we enjoy backdating)
Where: House #8.
Summary: Mithos flips his shit after Yuan gets his Cruxis Crystal back and goes to investigate.
Rating: Rated T to be safe, idk.

[Yuan hadn't wasted much time in retrieving his Cruxis Crystal. He knew it wouldn't take long before Mithos would be alerted by the little girl's message. Now that his precious crystal's been returned to him, he makes sure to give it a good lookover before equipping it again. For all he knows, Mithos sabotaged it and planted it out there for anyone to find. He twists and turns it in his fingers, inspecting the ancient runes inscribed in the Keycrest to make sure nothing's amiss... But it all seems fine.

If Mithos didn't lose it on purpose, that means he's looking for it as well. Would the little girl have told him who came to retrieve him? Yuan warned her about Mithos, but he doesn't trust her to lead him astray. If she told him, will he pay a little visit to Yuan's house? After the bodyswap incident, he knows where Yuan lives.

Only time will tell, but if Mithos does decide to stop by, Yuan will be ready for him.]

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[That's one thing Yuan is right about at least. It wasn't long at all before Mithos was throwing on his warmer cloak for the outdoors and grabbing his sword, already halfway out the door. He is definitely in a hurry, so it doesn't take long to cross the village either.

It may seem like a terrible idea, going to confront Yuan when A) he, Yuan, has a Cruxis Crystal and B) he, Mithos, does not, but desperation can entice one into a whole slew of terrible ideas. There isn't going to be another clean opportunity to get his hands on such power. And he needs that if he wants to be able to protect Martel, her dreams, and himself. He isn't going to give in to defeat so easily.

When Mithos arrives at House 8, he grabs the door handle and shakes it violently. Of course, it's locked. But he's just going to keep at it. Add some yelling to the noise.]

Open this door! I know you're in there!

[Now that his senses have been sharpened again, it's impossible for Yuan to miss the noise that Mithos is making. It's a good thing Cooro isn't home; now he can deal with this without being disturbed or having to keep an eye on someone else. Before the body swap incident, Yuan was under the impression that Mithos had been sent to Luceti with his Cruxis Crystal. Now that he knows better, he isn't going to avoid confrontation anymore. He has the upper hand now and if Mithos is smart, he'll refrain from provoking him.

There won't be too much of a wait. Yuan strides over to the front door and opens it without hesitation to glare down at Mithos. His crystal is equipped securely to the back of his left hand, hidden by his glove.]

Mithos.

[The consequences don't concern Mithos too much. He died once for Martel's sake, and he's willing to do so again. Choose the same path, again, and again. Because if he can't protect Martel, what is there even left for him? As soon as Yuan opens the door, Mithos unsheathes his sword and points its blade very deliberately toward Yuan.]

Give it back! Give that Cruxis Crystal back to me! [In his mind, it had already been rightfully his the moment he detached it from Yuan's body. What right did a traitor have to possess power so glorious?]

[Yuan shakes his head, his eyes not leaving Mithos' gaze. Even as he does so, a ball of lightning appears in his right hand, charged and ready to be put to good use. Throwing a fit like a little kid? He'd hoped Mithos was above this, but he honestly shouldn't have expected things to change.]

Has it slipped your mind that the crystal was mine in the first place?

Martel would want me to have it!

[That's enough talking, as far as he is concerned. As he finishes that sentence - every word of it absolutely and completely true of course - he swings his sword, aiming for Yuan's side. He may not have his angelic strength, but he definitely still knows his way around a sword.]

[If there was any time at all to retort, Yuan would've done so, but all he can do is curse under his breath and move backwards as fast as he can. The tip of Mithos' blade only narrowly misses his abdomen, just below the protection of his chest armor. First he tries to steal one of Yuan's most important items and now he's invading his house, sword drawn? The impudence!]

Get the hell out! [It's not a warning, it's a threat. To emphasize his point, Yuan launches the ball of lightning he'd been holding, aiming it straight at Mithos' face. He doesn't care what he'll hit if Mithos manages to dodge; Any damage done to the house can be repaired.]

[Mithos ducks to the side, jumping backward at the same time. At such proximity, though, he can't fully dodge the lightening and it grazes his shoulder. He grits his teeth against the shock.

Well, he's out now.

But if Yuan thinks he's going to back down... Mithos is already launching another attack, going for the shoulder this time.]

[Yuan would rather not have this fight in his living room. Not because he's worried things will break, but because he's worried things are going to get in his way. When Mithos attacks again, he dodges to the side before darting out the door and into the front yard. He needs space to manoeuvre his weapon. Which weapon, you ask? Why, that huge-ass saber he's summoning into the palm of his hand right now.]

[He holds his sword out in front of him, prepared for Yuan to attack. His glare exudes palpable levels of hatred and rage, all directed at the traitor standing before him, all stemming from the terrible injustice suffered at the hands of his sister.]

How many times must you get in my way?

[As much as Yuan wants to avoid Mithos, to go through life without being haunted by him, it seems to be quite impossible. He's given plenty of warnings, but Mithos just keeps on challenging him. Apparently, he's been pestering other residents as well and with Kratos gone, Yuan is left with the responsibility to watch over him all by himself. There's just no avoiding these confrontations.]

As many times as I need to. [But he won't make the first move. He'll wait for Mithos to strike again.]

[When he sees that Yuan isn't going to come after him, Mithos has absolutely no qualms with going after him instead. This is the first chance he's had to properly fight against Yuan, to release the pent-up boiling-point anger. ...As satisfying as it had been to kick him in the stomach while he was down that night at Altessa's. This is slightly different. Then, he had still been foolishly caught up in Martel's old wish to keep him alive. Surely, after everything that happened proceeding that night, she didn't care anymore.]

Then know that you stand in Martel's way as well! [He charges, going for the shoulder again. At the last moment, he changes the direction of his blade to aim it into Yuan's side.]

[Martel. If Yuan didn't know first-hand how Martel feels about all this, he'd actually take that comment to heart. Instead, it just infuriates him. By trying to preserve Martel's memory, Mithos is only insulting it more and more. To believe this is what she wanted is insanity. The worst part is that if Martel were here, she'd protect Mithos. She'd protect someone who believes she'd want to see all of humanity dead.

Yuan grits his teeth, twirling his saber defensively as soon as he sees the sword coming. Sadly, he wasn't expecting Mithos to change directions and with his saber poised to protect his right side, his entire left side is unprotected. If it weren't for his chest armor taking the blow, Mithos' blade would be lodged deeply into his ribcage.

He staggers, but only for a second. Then he digs his feet into the ground and spins, trying to move sideways to get to Mithos' back. If he can just grab hold of one of those wings with his free hand...]

[Mithos takes Yuan's lack of retort to mean that he does accept responsibility for turning his back against Martel. As he should. It doesn't make him any less unforgivable. Mithos just takes some small satisfaction in imagining Yuan writhing in a torrent of guilt. Suffering.

Before he has the chance to turn away and return to a defensive stance, he feels Yuan's hand take hold of his wing. Having been moving in the opposite direction, it hurts quite a bit to be pulled back like that. He sharply sucks in his breath. But doesn't waste any time before jabbing his sword behind him. He won't try to pull himself free and cause unnecessary pain to himself.]

[The moment Yuan's hand successfully grabs hold of the wing, a smirk appears on his face; now he's got Mithos right where he wants him. Having lived with these appendages for almost three years now, Yuan knows exactly how sensitive they are and how painful it can be when something happens to them.

Mithos' retort is futile, really. Yuan's already moved to stand behind him completely, favoring the side opposite of Mithos' sword where he can't reach him. Now let's see... If he squeezes near the base of the wings, it should cause quite a bit of pain. Enough to get him to drop that sword, if all goes well. Some of the feathers may be ripped out in the process but, ah, those should grow back. And if he manages to move his own saber across Mithos' chest, that should keep him from going anywhere completely.]

[Just as he attempts again to maneuver his blade into Yuan's body (slash, stab, slit any part at all), he is stopped completely by a sudden jolt of pain originating from his back. Grunting, Mithos almost loses his grip on his sword, but then clenches it more tightly to brace against the pain.

Despite the pain that may come from forcibly tearing himself from Yuan's grasp, he has to get away. It would only be worse to let Yuan hold him there. Lacking his Cruxis Crystal, though, his reflexes are unfortunately not as sharp as his former friend's. He starts to pull away, but before he can really do so that obnoxious saber is barred across his chest. Trapped.

It is repulsive how helpless he feels upon that realization. At the mercy of Yuan, of all people. He may not be able to move his body much for fear of slicing himself open on Yuan's blade, but he can still move his mouth, and he still struggles to reach Yuan with his own sword.]

You miserable, disgusting traitor!

[Sticks and stones, Mithos. Though, considering what Cruxis was up to these past four-thousand years, being called a traitor is more of a compliment. Even so, Yuan gives the wing another tight squeeze in response. Any chance to force Mithos into submission is happily taken. Then he lowers his voice to hiss in the blonde's ear.]

Now, you are going to listen. I don't like seeing you and I'm sure that feeling's mutual. Don't think I enjoy doing this to you, because I really don't. However, if don't start behaving yourself, I'm going to have to take much more extreme measures. [He brings the blade closer to Mithos' throat.] Play nice with the other residents of this village until you're sent back to where you came from, or I will hunt you down. Do you understand me?

[The second time hurts even more and this time Mithos really does let go of his sword. Which really is the last thing he needs. It falls uselessly into the snow at his feet. There aren't even words to describe how much he hates Yuan right now. But he hasn't quite reached the maximum capacity for hatred just yet, as he finds when Yuan hisses his threats, and again when the blade nears his throat. Now there really are no words. Another great misfortune: Yuan can't even see the look of pure murderous loathing on his face.]

Don't you dare give me orders! Who do you think you are, threatening me like that? Do you think I'll stoop so low as to listen to you?

[Yuan hears the sword drop, but his eyes don't bother moving down to register it. He's too busy keeping Mithos in a firm grip. It's frustrating, how much this guy refuses to cooperate. Insanely frustrating.]

If you were half the man you claim you are, you will put your damned pride aside for a moment. This isn't about ordering you around. If it were up to me, our paths would never cross again, but you can't seem to stop drawing attention to yourself. Luceti doesn't work like that- It doesn't revolve around you. There's nothing for you to change, nobody to boss around... And you don't have the power to control anything. Nobody does.

[Anything Yuan says at this point is like throwing gasoline at a fire in order to extinguish it.

And this clearly isn't working for Mithos, either. He isn't going to run with his tail in between his legs just because Yuan forced him into submission. He isn't going to back down until he wraps his fingers around that Crystal, or else die trying. He won't abandon Martel, no matter what. So instead of snapping back with words, he begins to silently cast a spell. Specifically, Ground Dasher. It may hurt him too, but Yuan should be forced back and that is what's most important. If he's caught off guard enough...there could be an opening.]

[Mithos must've been extremely desperate if he honestly thought he could pull this off. That's what comes to Yuan's mind when he notices the mana starting to build up around him. Did Mithos really think he could cast a spell and get away with it, without him noticing? He could just break away, but it's best to set an example and make it clear once and for all just who has the upper hand. That might keep Mithos from provoking him again, at least for a while.]

Don't say I didn't warn you. [With one quick wrench and a twist of the hand, he can feel Mithos' wing snap beneath his fingers. That should put a stop to the casting.]

[Pain sharper than nearly anything else he's felt floods his nerves - and this is someone who has experienced death before. He can't even suppress the loud cry of pain he makes as he staggers forward toward Yuan's blade. The agony endures much longer than the previous two times, magnified infinitely more. He can barely process anything else.

...Except for how much he loathes Yuan, of course. He speaks through harsh, ragged breaths.]

...You....filthy... [Okay, no, fuck that, it hurts too much to even finish the insult.]

[That's it; the battle's over with. Yuan could end it right here with one quick slash of his blade, but... Why bother? Mithos will be back and when he does, he'll just use his death as an incentive to hate Yuan even more. If such a thing is possible, anyway. That's why he lowers his saber, allowing it to disappear. Hopefully, he won't have a need for it again any time soon.

Next, he uses his free hand to grab Mithos' other shoulder and carefully steers him down towards the ground; it's not like the guy's legs will hold him up much longer anyway. Best to let him buckle before he actually falls. Once he's sure Mithos is down, Yuan will release him.]

[Mithos is vaguely aware of being lowered onto the ground. His eyes screw shut, as if that will make his broken wing stop hurting. His breathing is still heavy, both from the excruciating pain and his anger.

He opens one eye to shoot a half-glare up at Yuan. He didn't even manage to land a single decent blow on the traitor. How...pathetic. Weakly, he pounds his fist against the snowy ground once or twice in a show of frustration, before that requires too much effort and he stops.]

[Yuan stands back to watch for a moment, before reaching down to confiscate Mithos' sword. He won't be needing that anymore. The answer to his next question is one he can already guess, but he feels obligated to ask.]

Can you get to the Medical Center by yourself, or do you need me to drag you there?

[He hates the idea of entrusting himself to others (unknown, untrustworthy), but he knows he is in severe need of medical attention. Still...he definitely isn't going to let himself be dragged there by Yuan. Enough humiliation has been suffered for one day.]

I don't...need...your help!

[Mithos tries to get up from the ground, but it's a feeble attempt. He can barely lift his head more than a few inches before he collapses again from the pain.]

[Yuan raises an eyebrow, keeping a close eye on Mithos' struggles. If he keeps pushing himself, he may even pass out. Not that Yuan would mind; then he could take Mithos to the Medical Center without any complaints.]

Should I call someone else to carry you to the clinic?

I will...myself...

[Mithos attempts to stand again, pushing off the ground with his hands. But the movement jars his broken wing and...with one last cry of pain, he's down for the count.

Lucky you, Yuan.]

[Lucky, indeed. With Mithos out cold, Yuan is free to take the sword's sheath from him and, combined with the blade itself, place it inside his house. Then he quickly locks the door behind himself and returns to Mithos' side. Let's see... Over Yuan's shoulder he goes, then. He can't move that wing too much, but at least it's not a compound fracture.

Off to the Medical Center. If anyone asks any questions, Yuan doesn't know this kid. He just found him outside the forest. ... Yup.]

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