Kevin's fist came crashing through the air at 5, the very air being shattered by the powerful magic that enveloped his fist, a ball of bright blue energy forming around it from the power of oxygen being shattered. And then, moments before it would strike, it simply stopped. Kevin's arm stuck straight up, and yet hadn't even touched 5. It took half a second for him to realize that it was not his fist that had been stopped, it was him that had moved backwards, the ground sliding beneath his feet. Even as he stepped forward to take a second swing, he slid back even more, held in place by an invisible force, just out of arm's reach.

Smiling, Asura raised an eyebrow. 'I find this highly amusing.'

A feeling intruded into Kevin's mind, a strange sense of peace which he had felt before. A happiness, intruding into his brain, coupled with that calm. It was as if the world grew warmer, less dangerous. 'Don't worry, Kevin. It'll be all right. All those emotions, all that turmoil, all that fighting. It must be hard on you. Don't worry, I understand, I can sense it.' Gently, 5 extended a hand, placing it on kevin's forehead. 'You don't have to fight anymore, you know. Nothing's really in danger. You can just rest.'