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As Pagonia's voice ringed in his ear, like the voice in his head telling him exactly what he needed to do a moment after deciding he was going to act, Zestasia concentrated his solis ether into his hands. Compared to the rest of his body, which had a faint golden hue around it, his hands shone brighter and deeper to the point where streaks of red and orange consumed the gold as his hands lit aflame.

And then he opened up his palms, but the ether gathered didn't fly anywhere. Zestasia kept it centered around his palms. Slowly, though not too snail-like, he brought his hands closer together. On his face, Zestasia's nose and mouth were crunched together, eyes narrowed as he always looked when he was constipated. 

This was Zestasia when he wanted to concentrate when he wanted to focus.

[color=goldenrod]"Solaris...Orbi--"[/color] Before the word could finish uttering the ancient word of what was easily his most powerful spell, he...felt something in the air that broke his focus.

And then not even a second after, he heard a feminine voice speak out to the group. Before paying it any attention, he was frustrated he lost his focus, but then his eyes followed what he thought was the source of the voice. Every time he heard it speak, all he saw was the blur of what appeared to be someone. And every time he thought he caught sight of them, they dashed through the air, but their words remained as clear as Zestasia was clearly growing frustrated.

[color=goldenrod]"Pity wouldn't be the word I'd use!"[/color] He shouted out. Even if he couldn't see her (god he hopes it was a she), he would make his opinion heard.

And then came what Zestasia knew was karma coming back to bite him. He dared them to bring it and in the air, he tasted a foulness that not even a belly full of beans and rice could produce.

Coughing, Zes may have also puked a little on the ground as he was partially hunched over.

After it was done, Zes thought he heard Laz call his name. Actually, he was certain he heard part of his name being called, but neither of them was prepared to deal with what came next.

That feeling of putridness came back to him in full, but something told Zes to jump and turn around, which probably a good thing because as he did and landed about a pace away from the source of Foulness the Sequel, even his worst nightmares couldn't have prepared him for what he was looking at.

He gagged at the sight of the unkempt hair, the blackened eyes and irises, pale skin, and, of course, that all-too-clear aura of murderous intent seeping out of her like a baby's drool. 

Distracted by the unholy sight of this theoretically-once-cute girl in front of him, Zestasia didn't sense her first attack come at him. Nails blacker than onyx and longer than any fingernail he'd ever seen before in his life, ripped right through his [i]Solis Palio[/i] aura along the right shoulder and blood squirted out in a slow, yet steady stream.

And his feet dragged on the grass as he was sent back a few paces.

And Zes stopped himself and went to a knee, his opposing hand covering the wound with the light of the sun and closing the wound. But then she came at him again. Her words faded into white noise as Zes narrowly dodged her attempt at his heart.

[color=goldenrod]"Sol!"[/color]

Zes spun around, dipping the uninjured side of his body down, concentrating what strength he could muster on that same arm, bringing his Solaris Palio-covered left leg up, and roundhouse kicked away her hand, his heel grazing with the edge of her nail. [color=goldenrod]"The hell you coming for me for?"[/color] He said as he was upright again, standing his ground and trying to create distance between them while also trying to make sense of this all. He would mentally curse himself for allowing his right shoulder to get hit.
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