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

As Jason was violently thrown back from Geir, he found himself disoriented; but only for a moment, as the sudden flurry of attacks against Danny snapped him back to focus.  [Color=darkred]"Danny--"[/color] he cried to his ally as he made another rush at the redhead, [color=darkred]"I'll do my best to slow him down, if you can make a break for the animal pens, you'll have a better chance of losing him!"[/color] 

As Geir made his second thrust, Jason collided with the young man's body and activated [b][Transparancy][/b], attempting to get inside before that red edged soul of his; now beginning to flare up, could put up any sort of defense.  It was clear that the boy didn't fear Jason; that he perceived Danny as the only real threat, and that was something that Jason needed to exploit in order to buy Danny he needed to get some distance between himself and the bloodthirsty swings of the adventurer's blade. 

During his time as a spirit, had learned quite a bit about his newfound spiritual nature. Spirits would dissipate naturally into ambient mana. Eating unintelligent souls was seemingly not [color=red][i]taboo[/i][/color]. Fighting between two souls is more dependent on raw will, than sheer ability or resistances. That he could lock himself within the spiritual world of a creature's body; using that binding to possess it's body.  And lastly, that memories could be used as [i]weapons[/i].  He intended to utilize this knowledge as best he could.

Entering the spiritual world of Geir's body, Jason steeled his nerves for what he expected to be heavy resistance as he cast [b][Shield][/b] on the outside of the inner world, essentially locking himself in, immediately followed by an instinctual activation of [b][Mana Drain][/b].  Jason's mana surged within him as he charged at the spiritual center of the young warrior-- he could remember every scar he'd ever gotten. The way every old wound ached, and strained. The countless battles he'd fought. The weight of a gun in his calloused hands.  The pungent stench of blood, and steel, and fire, and gunpowder.  He was a soldier , and brother. Savior, and slaughterer. Leader, and follower.  

His name was Jason-- and in this moment, his will was to protect the one person that had yet to abandon him in this strange new world.  Fervor swelled within Jason's breast as he reached Geir's 'inner self'; just as the third strike was made, hooking under the outstretched arm with one hand, and over the opposite shoulder with the other-- Jason released a mighty battle cry as he clasped his hands together behind the redhead's neck, [color=darkred][b]"ONOGORO--"[/b][/color] Jason planted his foot across Geir's body as he torqued his hips into the redhead's abdomen, [color=darkred][b]"GIVE ME STRENGTH!!!"[/b][/color]