[u][b]Thessir[/b][/u]

A shame his attack was cut off like so. Luckily only the edges of the blades had entered the shadows so when he cut off their port of entry they simply bounced back into the soft mush of his own body. As the light he generated grew brighter he was forced to tip his hat forward to keep it from affecting his face, the back of his neck sizzling with smoke as this motion left him exposed for the moment. When the light vanished he looked up to see his opponent had disappeared. It wasn't hard to guess what he'd done. A little adage ran through his head at that point.

[i]If somebody teleports as part of an attack then they're probably...[/i]

As if right on cue he spun right around to see Varjan directly behind him, just as expected.

[b]"It's always darkness with you, isn't it? You have to branch out, my friend."[/b]

Thessir chuckled, even as Varjan's fingers sank into his throat only for it to flow between them like he was grasping at water.

"That is funny. I had not pigged, er, pegged you to be a comedian." It seemed as if in response the young man's fist drove straight into the center of his mass with great force, his soft form folding over his arm from the force. If his flesh were any less spongy he might of tore a hole in his shirt. Luckily for Thessir not being tough often paid off.

[b]"I know who you are, Thessir. We're alike, you and I. Black sheep among the flock. You in a more literal sense and I, in a metaphorical way."[/b] Right as his fist began to glow Thessir's upper body seemed to leap right off his lower body at the division between his shirt and pants. With the cloth serving to protect against the light given off by his fist Thessir had used his torso to flip off his legs in an acrobatic attack on him. As he flipped multiple times forward above his head he produced his main daggers from his sleeves and used the speed born from the rotations to slash at Varjan with great force. His daggers were aimed to slice the muscles just above his clavicles, each blade positioned to cut between his shoulders and his neck.

Unable to confirm the damage he landed on his torso's base, the thick tendrils comprising it balancing him as he landed. Landing slightly hunched forward on the stump that was now his body he reached up and tipped his hat back to keep the sunlight off the back of his neck as it stung ever so much. Even though his teeth had the same color and consistency as the rest of his body he still wore a grin which reached from ear to pointy ear.

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[b]"But I know more than that, Thessir. I know who your people are. I can help them. Free them."[/b]

Thessir spun around towards Varjan quite suddenly, his smile now gone. Given their height disparity, especially now that Thessir was only half there, The brim of his hat cut off his entire view of Varjan from the knees up. consequentially his own face was obscured by the hat as well. He made no effort to change this.

"Free them from what, my oddly prescient foe?" Using his shadow travel his base tendrils reached through his own shadow to grasp his legs which laid before Varjan. As the rule demands anything that travels through a disappearing shadow ejects through the remaining side at a very high rate of speed. Since the shadow cast by the legs were to disappear as soon as he pulled them through the moment he did they rocketed up into him, launching him high above Varjan. To the crowd this height would be exaggerated by the fact that they were still standing atop the stone pillar.

Near the apex of this launch Thessir angled himself to dive for Varjan. He had dramatically swept his coat across, concealing his body from him as well as hiding the angle of his incoming strikes. Between the rim of his hat and his coat's tall hiked up collar only a sliver of his face could be seen through the sweeping flutter of dark garments. It was just enough to see through yet at a moments notice he could close his face off with a decisive tilt of his head. He had four arms formed within the sleeve for his left arm, one of them wielding one of his daggers and three others wielding other assorted knives. The sun burned at the gaps left open by him from above but it was an acceptable price to pay in his eyes. He still had a couple minutes worth of exposure to the sun left in him before he ran the risk of losing something necessary to the process of living.

"They are already free!" His voice rang with a tinge of... Something, as he beckoned his excited battle cry.

Maybe anger? Sadness?... Regret?