Parthevia Empire

"Unworthy, eh? That's no surprise to me," the man replied. Truth be told, he and the man he claimed as his brother were not the most agreeable siblings in the world. However... the fact that he saw no sign of the man when the dungeon closed was more than disturbing. "The dungeon is gone, and Shaqeeq is nowhere to be seen. My brother is dead, then. What a shame. I thought to take him down myself after he claimed the dungeon, but you will suffice." This man carried with him a poleaxe, which he held in his right hand with its tip pointed in Yasmin's direction. "Come then, princess! Let's see just how worthy you are of being called a Dungeon Capturer!"

Yasmin seemed to be completely and utterly shocked by what this man was saying. Shaqeeq wasn't one of the best people she'd known in her life. To be honest he was probably the worst, even so, she couldn't believe the man's own brother had simply intended to do away with him after he'd captured the dungeon. She couldn't see what anyone would gain from such an action and beyond that she wasn't really prepared to fight this man. But looking at him and seeing the stance he'd taken she couldn't well turn her back on him now. Somehow she had the oddest feeling that if she did, it would simply end with a poleaxe ending her existence if she did. "For the record, I didn't wish for any of this and I do not want to fight. But I am wary of turning my back on someone who thought to cut down his own brother though..." and with that the girl relaxed she was unarmed but, she inhaled a deep breath concentrating on what she wanted. And took a step forward, the eight sided star on her ankle shackle glowing. She'd noticed already that all of her shackles were gold, but only that one had the mark. For whatever reason the next thing to follow was a gentle breeze beneath the girl's feet. 'Oh... this feels familiar and kind of nice.'

"You should be wary of much more than that," the man said as he brought his left hand down to the eight-pointed star on his poleaxe's blade. His Metal Vessel began to glow as he recited an incantation. "Spirit of Massacre and Arrogance, In the name of my Magoi, and my will to grant me a greater power, I order you and your members. Glasya-Labolas!" The power of the Djinn Glasya-Labolas enveloped the entire left side of the man's body, as well as his weapon. He emerged moments later with wings and five eyes on his torso and either side of his head, as well as flame-like designs all over his body. His poleaxe had become a khakkhara with the eight-pointer star in the middle, and there was a mandala behind his head and another on his weapon. "Hadith Barad Iltehad!" With a single swing of his khakkhara, the brother of Shaqeeq launched numerous bullets made of metal toward Yasmin, aiming to riddle her from head to toe with the barrage.

"So I see." Yasmin managed. She had no intention of fighting but this grotesque take over was not something she'd been prepared for. 'Oh that must be a Djinn Equip' she thought watching as this happened. Even so, there was not much time to admire or question what she was seeing as soon enough a barrage of metal coming her way. But unlike most Yasmin didn't seem at all concerned about this, in fact her body simply swayed from left to right and she moved about with a dancer's grace, wind billowing from her person as she finished her dodging movements with a swirling kick which would with a bit of extra concentration create a sweeping tornado which aimed to engulf this man and blow him a considerable distance away from herself. Oddly enough, this man was inadvertently helping the young girl figure out how to use her Djinn's powers by showing her how he used his.

The bullets he fired continued to move forward, though after seeing how Yasmin so effortlessly evaded the first barrage, he halted the following bullets where they were. A repositioning of the bullets followed, though the kick of wind from Yasmin scattered many bullets before reaching the man himself. His arms crossed over his chest as he braced himself in the tornado's wake, retaining his position for the most part in the end. When the winds subsided, he manipulated his bullets once more, creating a dome of bullets around Yasmin. "You'll never get anywhere like that." With that said, he willed the movement of his bullets inward, focusing them on the shackles Yasmin wore. This was his initial intention against his brother: to wait until he captured a Djinn, only to destroy his vessel afterwards.

It was clear to Yasmin that she'd not be able to do anything proper from this angle of attack. Even so, she didn't see what this had to do with anything. She wondered what this man's aim was in attacking her, given she hadn't even gotten enough time in to figure out how being a Vessel and using a Metal Vessel should work in the first place. Of course, she was soon being surrounded and bombarded by a great number of these metal balls and though she could dodge all she wished, since she was surrounded there was nothing she could rightly do, but avoid major physical damage to her person. Eventually one of the barrage would shatter against the shackle which held her Djinn and break it off her ankle stopping the flow of Magoi from her body and basically leaving her own her own except for the minute control she'd managed based on watching this man perform his equip. Still she dodged and didn't falter to her credit. But to her knowledge her Djinn was lost. It was all she could do to keep moving until the barrage subsided.

Soon enough, the purple-haired man was given visual confirmation of the destroyed Metal Vessel he was aiming for. This put an end to his onslaught, and in general, his business with this group. "There. One less candidate in the world. Have your freedom now, but be mindful what you choose to do with it. This world does not cater to the weak." And with that, the man turned around, dequipping his Djinn as he returned to the caravan with no intention of further addressing this group.

Soon enough the onslaught ended, and Yasmin was left alone. Apparently this man had no intention of recapturing her, and had only wished to do away with her metal vessel. Apparently he didn't much like the idea of competition between himself and others, but since she'd been left alone she couldn't really say she had any problems with it. "I am unsure about that man... I don't know whether he is a good person or not... but my metal vessel is broken. Ali..." the girl turned on her heels wondering what had happened to the Magi who'd been accompanying her and her urchin friend since leaving the dungeon.

When Yasmin turned around, she would see none other than Ali standing with one outstretched arm between Bakura and the departing male with purple hair. "It's over now. You should relax," he said to the younger male, prompting Bakura to stand down. "Yes, your Djinn Metal Vessel is broken... But, you can get another. Sorry, but I have to be excused now. I need to... look into something," he went on to say as he tossed out his magic carpet again, preparing to hop atop it and vacate the premises.

"Oh?" Yasmin turned and it seemed that Ali had been holding back her friend for the duration of her fight. As it was now over and her assailant had left, it seemed that the question she'd been ready to ask had been anticipated. A smile came to the girl's face as she found out the information she'd needed to know immediately following her interaction with the brother of Shaqeeq. "Oh, alright then. Farewell~" the girl said, and in an act which came from a place deep within her previous servitude she bowed her head as this man left her presence. Once all was said and done she'd return her attention to Bakura.

"Hmm, it appears I can get another. I don't intend to waste my freedom on anything... I still wish to do what I wanted to do before." she said cheekily a grin appearing on her face as she picked up and dragged along her treasure. "What do you say Baki, want to go take another dungeon?" she asked. Apparently understanding the Magi's previous explanation to mean that she could get another Djinn and not just a new metal vessel for the one she already possessed.