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

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Eventually, Yuuhei’s involuntary rolling came to a much welcomed stop, much to the blonde’s relief. Dizziness and exhaustion were both fighting for his attention, but he knew it would be far too hopeful to believe that Prospero’s attack had put the thing down for good. And from what he could hear from his companions, his suspicion seemed to be correct.

A small grunt came out of Yuuhei as he attempted to pick himself up, but it was quickly followed by the soft sound of his body dropping back to the floor. An annoyed grimace filled his expression, as his body obnoxiously refused to listen to him due to the pain that was lancing through his arms. But as tempting as it was to just let his face enjoy the feel of the cool floor, he was still needed.

[color=firebrick][b]”Get up,”[/b][/color] he muttered, even though he knew it wasn’t going to happen any time soon. So instead, Yuuhei craned his neck and shifted his muddled sight to his shabby looking partner who had just joined him. [color=firebrick][b]”Hey Prospero,”[/b][/color] his voice was hoarse, but still had a hint of his trademark confidence, [color=firebrick][b]”Blow this jack ass away.”[/b][/color]

The president could have sworn that the red clad demon smiled at his order, the white orb practically humming with excitement. Once more, a noisy tempest was balled up between Prospero’s hands, as the demon turned toward the aforementioned jack ass. It appeared to still be all too literally picking itself back up from the last attack, but Prospero had no intention of giving it any time to recover.

The micro-tempest was launched straight at those golden eyes again, as if Prospero was making a game out of how many of them he could pop in one go.