A confrontation (Open)

The Spiritualist was walking amongst the damned of Castle Dell, delved deep within the shadow world. Ridged mountains, forlorn caves and outspoken demonically enslaved individuals cried out from every direction of the desolate wastelands of Plataea'Koru. In reality, he was meditating in a solemn state, hidden behind the facade of rugged boulders and rocks - a small entropy circle surrounding his sitting body. Eyes closed, the Coriolis effect of the winds around him sent his velveteen carapace fluttering about in the wind, enveloping his body in a graceful, yet peaceful manner.

Nearby his meditation center, a muscle showdown was taking place between a Spike-Back Turtle and a White Sea Tiger. The ocean around them flustered with raging waves and roaring waters. The ravenous attacks they both commenced upon each other were considerable, as the turtle was hurled upon the land unexpectedly, smashing into a boulder beside Phaedras. Quickly snapping out of his meditation, his paradigm took its effect and forced him to react immediately, casting a barrage of Fireballs at the turtle. He watched as a total of seven braised and smashed into the head and varied body parts of the victim, scorching and searing it as the creature fell with a thud. Having no time to react, the Sea Tiger leaped from the waters beside him, and opened its mouth, gaping jaw spread wide, its teeth sunk into the arm of the Magi, causing him to fall backward against the rocks.

Quickly making an attempt to retaliate, he waited for the sea tiger to make yet another leap, quickly directing fireball into the face of the tiger, smashing it with an lumbering uppercut. As the tiger flew into the air above him, he took it by its tail, and spun - whip-lashing it into a nearby boulder, causing it to falter and break into pieces. Crumbling rocks tore from the large canyon as Phaedras used a logical purpose to invoke a massive avalanche, firing yet another fireball into the canyons cliffside, a hailing rain of smoldering rock fell unto the sea tiger, killing it instantly. Breathing hard from exhaustion and lack of nutrition, he fell to the ground with an increasingly worsening shoulder-blade injury. Hastily trying to make the best of what has happened, he reverted back into his meditative state, closing his eyes, crossing his legs, and allowing a light blue shade of watery substance flow and wrap around the bite wound. As his mind drifted back into the everlastingly pursuing worlds of Plataea'Koru, the imperishable memories of the forgotten rushed back into the mind of this pugnacious individual. As he sat quietly, the wound began to slowly heal, beginning to replenish the white blood cells in conjunction with the red, causing the areas bitten to become scabbed within minutes.

His breathing calmed as the collected individual he was came back into play.