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[h1][color=firebrick]Yuuhei Seiho[/color][/h1]
Saturday Morning – Practice Building?

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The crackling blaze met the creature’s oozing body, which Yuuhei found to be an oddly satisfying sight. Part of him would be rather disappointed if it turned out that deep down he was actually a pyromaniac, but for now it was probably much more important to focus on making sure that the thing in front of him burned to a crisp. And so far, that plan seemed to be going quite smoothly.

[b]"Stop! Fire won't work, use ice or wind!"[/b]

Well, except for the part where the flames died down only to reveal those insectoid eyes looking more annoyed than in pain.

The order caused Yuuhei to jerk his head towards the source of the apparent voice of reason, only to find Ms “I Want Off This Ride” with cables coming out of her and behind her was a strange, blindfolded woman who was also bound by those same cables. Strangely enough, the sight didn’t even surprise him, as if it was just obvious that there would be other Persona users like himself. Not that he knew what a Persona exactly was or how he knew the word to begin with, but there would hopefully be time to worry about that noise later.

[b][color=firebrick]”What do you want me to do, blow on it really hard?”[/color][/b] he retorted a bit too good humoredly for what the situation was calling for. Besides, it wasn’t like Prospero had anything like that hiding up its tattered sleeves. But as he glanced at his Persona, Yuuhei could have sworn that the white orb that served as its face was somehow smirking at him, as if it found what he was thinking unbelievably amusing.

The blonde’s eyes lit up as realization hit him. [b][color=firebrick]”Garu!"[/color][/b] he called out just as he heard the thing’s cumbersome footfalls growing louder. But by the time he turned his attention back to the thing, Yuuhei realized that he had reacted far too slowly, his body still unbearably sluggish from being tossed at the wall. His legs started moving in an effort to jump away, but he already knew he wasn’t going to make it. So instead, he raised his arms in some vain attempt to protect himself.

[color=a187be]"Byakko!"[/color]

The veiny, white mass of flesh grazed his arms and sent the blond tumbling away from it. But just before it's fist had connected, Yuuhei felt some kind of aura surround his body, taking a good deal of the hit for him.

He was still in quite a bit of pain, but at least he wasn't dead just yet. 

As he was sent sprawling, Prospero finished conjuring up a noisy sphere of wind in its hands and launched it directly at the thing’s eerie golden eyes.