"You... You really think you can beat me, don't you? I'll show you how wrong you are." When Kaarim finally rose, he supported himself on his khakkhara for a few moments while accessing the depths of his Magoi. 'How? How could a common slave bitch who can only equip a weapon get one over on me? How does she even deserve a Metal Vessel!? I'm the best! I'm the one who will become king!' The steel Kaarim's Metal Vessel was capable of producing began spewing from his khakkhara in excessive amounts. There was also a large magic rune beginning to appear on the floor of this building, signifying the makings of a very powerful attack. "I'll show you the despair Shaqeeq should have exposed you to years ago. You and all your little friends here are going on a one-way trip straight to the afterlife."
Bakura had been quite confident that he would not be needing to bother with this battle thus far, but the ominous aura Kaarim emitted at present was something he could not simply ignore. Whatever this magic circle was, it looked like a massive version of the Metal Vessels' mark, which did not bode well in the young male's mind. Previously, Bakura had thought to interrupt that which threatened his long-time friend's life, but he had been stopped by the Magi. This time, however, there was no one close enough to stop him from doing anything, so he lunged forward as Kaarim whipped his khakkhara about. Seeing the boy approach so haphazardly prompted Fudo to jump forward as well, drawing his sword to try and prevent the younger male's sacrifice. Kaarim, however, had prepared for the approach of each companion Yasmin had nearby. "I got a one-way trip for ya' right he-" Bakura said, only to suffer the after-effect of Fudo having a slower approach and being out of reach at the time. Kaarim swung his khakkhara at the white-haired lad's torso, impaling him thrice with the trio of spikes protruding from the side of the Metal Vessel. From there, he spun around and slammed the boy's body into Fudo. This caused the man with a drawn short sword to stab himself in the abdomen as well, if simply to avoid doing so to Bakura when this contact was made. "Ngh!" Fudo grunted as he was launched into a wall along with Bakura, who had been ejected from the khakkhara's spikes.
Meanwhile, the black-haired male was hearing out the explanation of Nasira, and managed to learn quite a bit about the situation. What disturbed him most, though, was learning that this Yasmin girl was a former slave. The more he looked at her, the more he believed this to be a strange case. 'Slave? But she's... She has to be...' he thought. Worse yet, though, there were a few choice words spoken by Kaarim during this time; words which he was finally listening to.
"Here's something you'd never be able to fathom! My Extreme Magic! Ext-" Kaarim's outcry ended there due to the protrusion of an unfamiliar blade through his torso. "Ugh! Which one of you..." When he looked over his shoulder, Kaarim was surprised to see that the culprit was none other than the very same man he'd so recently pledged his allegiance to: Ren Tao of the Kou Empire. The raven-haired man had, in the blink of an eye, darted toward Kaarim from the rear while drawing his sword, and drove said sword into his back and through his chest. "But... why?" His eyes darted around the place as he struggled to last and receive an answer for this question. In a few moments, his eye fell upon Nasira. "Oh... So she's the one, huh? I guess... my life wouldn't be as valuable to you as your-" In that moment, the man's sword was jerked from Kaarim's body, only to be immediately used for several more thrusts through his torso at such a speed that most individuals would have barely completed a single jab. This reduced the end of Kaarim's statement to an array of gurgles before he ultimately fell to the ground with his Djinn Equip and Extreme Magic both fading away.
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