A test of Fun! Majin Halluc vs...?!

Halluc sounded like he was stumbling around into the altruistic answer. An answer Prim themselves didn't ascribe to in common parlance, not a lot of people around them ever operated like that. There was always a reason to 'help', be it for personal gain or otherwise. Their little escort here tried hiding the curious glances he flashed at both of them in conversation, something Prim didn't care to catch as they just looked back up at Halluc.

"People want something out of it. They don't just 'help' because they have the ability. Just isn't how it works."
It sounded half-convincing at best, likely because it was something they told themselves more than others. Assuming others followed the rules of 'looking out for number 1' above anything else. Something occurred to the alien as they approached the open doorway to the main hall. The majin WOULD be getting something out of it. "But... I guess you would get something out of it, wouldn't you? No doubt seeing those men will get you hungry if your words are to go by." Prim was a solo act, so accepting help wasn't exactly something they did. "I don't need help. But if you want scraps..."

The young practitioner eventually stepped aside and gestured them on into the main hall again. A place much busier than when they passed by it, a formal crowd of students were facing a few supposed masters. Receiving their last instructions as plenty already had bags racked on their shoulders. Lots of these men and women had lives outside training, and being there was a city nearby it wasn't like they all lived there like monks. The students would soon be told their goodbyes from the centermost one, the one their previous escort would soon step over to once the pair had made their way in.

"Evening masters, these are the two! You know, the ones we talked about after the briefing with the candles? Yeah, they want some words with you!"
Prim hung back a moment, eyeing Halluc who was more than eager to wait for a master to hone their power and control it.

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The masters remained quiet as they simply nodded to the pair. Halluc the first to broach any topic surrounding possible training, since it was what he was here for, was met with some quizzical hums. The forward master, the one up front, gave the large majin another look before simply nodding. Readjusting the arms crossing over his chest.

"Most come to us in order to bring out that power to its fullest. But it's not unheard of for one to come from the other side of that scale. To control what they have. Both seek improvement, a balance. And both require discipline. You require discipline then, Majin Halluc? Our school is quite full, but some of the young ones might appreciate having a... different partner to train with. Exceptions can be made. Controlling that power will also give you the ability to more freely roam around Earth. You've both not been here long, have you?"
The accords were something Prim slipped by with a fake name, yet they didn't really get called on for it themselves. When the question addressed itself back to the kashvar they just straightened up and nod once.

"Correct."

"And what are you here for then?"

"I'm looking for something. And someone. I was under the impression the people on Earth understood the mystic better than most, and my own homeworld didn't offer much. I've reason to believe what I seek had passed through here."

"Mmmm... I see. Let's say we can help with that. Do you have a description?"
The kashvar let a hand rest on their sword, the handle which poked just underneath the shoulder cape they wore. Those eyes behind shades glanced back up at Halluc.

"I can show you. Plus, I promised this one would get to see what I'm looking for, his curiosity coincided with a demonstration."

"Ahhh. We can head out into the courtyard then, and maybe see what both of you can do? One to search for self control, and another to sate his search. - I'll take over these two, you both should tend to your studies."
The master waved the two at his side away, not really arguing and excusing themselves just as this older man stepped past the alien and majin on his way back out the entrance.

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The main teacher seemed satisfied hearing the two warrior's reasons for being here, leading the pair both out as the courtyard was clear of any training equipment left out by the few straggling students who stayed behind for practice. Prim was already walking into position opposite of Halluc on the main open area out here, center of the building in all its fragileness. The majin was correct to fear for the structural integrity.

"Noble goals to have, for sure. Both of you. As for this demonstration, keep it physical if you may. The training within these walls is... expected. It can take a few tossed bodies. But an energy wave? That is more likely to break the dojo in more than a few pieces. We don't need to see your full potential here, just a gauge on how you draw that power."
He simply and succinctly put it to Halluc and Prim both, nodding and remaining on the patio closest to the lobby to overlook the two get into position. He folded arms under that hakama he wore, patient with the pair.

"Understood. Do we need a count?"

"Do you?"
As if to answer almost immediately, the pale blue warrior drug a foot back into stance and went to unbuckle the khopesh from its sheath in a fluid motion. Drawing it with its point out at the opponent while power surged from underneath the Konatsian. Sharp, blue, unnatural magic explode from the sudden movement just before a faint grey blue aura takes its place.

No, Prim did not need a count. But they did wait for Halluc to get the message.

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Prim was more accustomed to straight fights and duels himself, but the concept of a spar wasn't foreign. Especially since it. Was showing off the flair of magic that acted different from most's aura. The teacher would be giving that blue energy a hard look. Keeping his peace as the two readied themselves. No need to rush to conclusions on his end. Halluc could, if his senses were right for it, indeed almost smell the malicious entity that was letting off this power. Something not all that uncommon in demons, it almost looked painfully like blood ruby in a different coat of paint.

Only, Prim's energy seemed continual. And Prim themselves didn't seem like a demon inside or out, it couldn't hide itself as well as this. No... This was almost familial. Not quite magic that made majins, but it was in that same ballpark. Without seeing any of the tricks yet, it was hard to tell at a glance.

"Of course."
Prim dug her heels into the dirt as that sword was pulled back to a readied swing, just as the much larger majin launched at him. Much quicker than the Kashvar, it'd force a lot more out of the pale warrior to throw something in its way as a counter. That same dirt under their feet would wreath up the back leg and torso of the smaller fighter in order to reach their blade, coating it in both the blue energy of their form and the earth. Forming both a more sturdy blade to clash in part with the forward sweeping leg. Deflecting that, the smaller warrior would throw off the combination attack with a slight shove. Long enough to pull away from the uppercut last second and riposte with a side cutting blow with the blade, using its blunt side to try catching the majin's neck and toss them aside in the same motion.

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Prim did seem to be wielding a lot more energy in him than the bodily ki would suggest. Whatever malevolence let him even slice the majin into halves bolstered the boy with its blue energy. Cutting into the majin, they'd almost feel a tug from it. Like it was trying to reclaim some part of the majin. mentally, it wasn't trying to sap the being's energy or magic. With a successful cleave, the boy knew better to stay close without a follow up, the pale warrior slide past the majin as he took in the damage and sowed himself back together.

"Huh..."
It was new for Prim, at least. Chalk it up to never fighting a magin properly, usually even highly regenerative beings needed a moment to recoup. Seeing as the tall man had plenty of time to not only analyze the energy Prim was using, but comment on the technique and power behind it, it was safe to say he needn't worry about using the sharp end. "Strange indeed. I didn't agree to this for you to not be serious, so please." Prim agreed with the majin's own estimation and readied themselves on the other side of the small arena. He wouldn't have to wait long.

A large pink ball was lobbed his way. Prim let a hand go of the khopesh to gesture below themselves at the dusty courtyard. Conjuring forth motion from the inanimate sands and particulate on the ground. It'd wrap itself quickly up around the blade the Kashvar used, just in time for it to swirl directly around the hilt and out in a twister-like fashion. With a spin backwards, Prim expertly collides the incoming ball of energy with this strike in a parry, dissolving it into the sand with a grunt of effort before swiping out at the now empty air. With what force was left from the defense, the pale warrior launches an unconventional rip and tear made entirely of energy propelling sands in a cyclone.

"Careful."
The master warned. Prim was nothing if not calculated, though...

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In an upset, Prim would watch his wind tunnel throw the majin's body around, tearing off cloth and ripping deep grey flesh. Perhaps the squishy parts were softer than the boy was expecting. All that progress would get washed away as he showed another way to avoid taking the worst of their magic. Sewing back together before their very eyes. Prim had to watch while catching a breath, those glowing eyes narrowing just as the master at the sidelines observed. No doubt, it was perhaps his first time watching one of his kin literally piece themselves back together.

The kashvar had little time to appreciate the resilience. Silent, stoic, they'd raise their khopesh again and prepare themselves. Halluc wouldn't let this slide. It was expected there'd be a counter offensive, something that hit much worse than whatever Prim managed to make a difference on. A few long-ranged arm thrusts throw the smaller alien off, catching the side of the blade and bouncing right into a shoulder, a cheekbone, a forehead. Really capitalizing on the difference in strength here, this first real blow to either would send Prim to a knee as he attempted to slide and slap away what blows she could.

The pale warrior knew better than to let Halluc press like this. They'd want to do SOMETHING in between the punches. The majin would feel it, sense it in their very nonexistant bones. They were ready to slash at one of those extended arms as it came careening near them again.

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