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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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[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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