[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/QCgTnAH.png[/img][/center] [hr][@Zeroth][@Kazemitsu][@ReusableSword][@Duthguy][@SilverPaw]

The moment the Rat had died, Jason immediately surged over it, beginning to digest it for some quick stamina regeneration as Asteria joined the scene, reprimanding the two slimes for being at each other's throats.  [color=darkred]"To be honest, I'm not the one looking to continue this fight-- HE is. And while I'd love to explain a little more but I'm currently trying not to die."[/color] Jason respond in a calm, calculated tone.  Countless years of war had trained his mind for situations such as this, panic would only get him killed.  Then, as fate would have it, Asura effectively proved the slime mage's point, [color=red]"To keep her safe this shithead needs to die!"[/color]

Scoffing at the psychotic bastard's remark, Jason watched his opponent closely-- beginning to read the red slime's movements.  Although Asura was an amorphous blob that had properties that were not unlike that of a liquid, he was still essentially a living mass of muscle, that would need to flex, push, and pull, in order to move.  Though neither combatant knew anything about the past life of their opponent-- one fact stood true; Jason was the far more experienced fighter.  Unlike Asura, who had taken up boxing as a hobby, and practiced the craft in inconsequential barfights, Jason had lived his entire life in a literal warzone; fights that weren't some scuffle between drunken idiots, but battles against real, trained killers.  Perhaps even more impressive, was that the former warlord hadn't just survived, he THRIVED in such an environment.  Though Asura had assumed correctly that Jason had never had to deal with a rapier, the red menace had made a glaring mistake- he underestimated the slime mage's decades of combat expertise.  Where less experienced fighters would believe this four pronged assault to be no different than fighting four people all at once, Jason knew otherwise.  This was essentially a single foe with four arms; because regardless of what Asura did, he only had ONE mind to manage his appendages, and ONE center of mass.

As Asura's four 'rapiers' formed, the seasoned warrior paid careful attention the liquid-esque form of his foe, noting everything-- from stance, to movement, to the very way the ground vibrated as he began his assault (this is without using tremorsense btw).  By the time the red slime had struck out, Jason had already made his read, and responded without pause. Angling his rocky outcroppings as he brought them forward to block the attacks, Jason tried to force the piercing attacks to glance off his form, similar to how bullets would bounce off the armor of a tank.  However, for the slashes, Jason couldn't risk leaving himself open to the piercing attacks, since he knew Asura could put far more of his weight behind such strikes, and instead attempted to hop back from the slashes, rather than trying to block or parry them. 

However, before the fight could go any further, Ardur; now wreathed in flames, threw himself between the slimes.  [color=darkred]"Hold your fire!"[/color] Jason commanded the lizards in order to prevent Ardur from getting caught in the crossfire.  Though intently listening to the Pixie's speech, Jason highly doubted that Asura; ever the madman, would be willing to back down-- and thus he needed to make the most of the short intermission provided by the pixie. In anticipation of further violence, Jason sent a small telepathic message to Danny, giving him precise instructions before the slime mage relaxed himself, aiming to hopefully finish [b][Meditate I][/b] during this small window.  Focusing his mind as he popped half an herb, the slime mage fixated himself on the mana around him, trying to procure the precious resource from the air around him, as well as the ground beneath him.