Magic & Transvolution

The figure walks forward: Bone in one paw, fist in another. They stomp, tufts of grass flying up.

Ramon paralyzes in place, lost beyond belief. His eyes tremble at the individual, seeing the blue tail hanging out from them. The fox grunts, lifting himself up as his legs tremble, pain surfacing.

"Wh-Who are you?" Ramon asks, grinding his teeth.

The figure jolts, twirling their bone. Ramon shrieks, trembling from the figure's speed. The figure swings their Bone Rush, the fox's eyes widening. He jumps over it, the bone touches the tip of his paws, shredding some fur.

The Zorua flips forward, landing on the ground swiftly. He sighs. That...was close. He looks up, the figure's red eyes glowing at him. Chills sprawl throughout the fox, eyes quaking. H-How fast are th—

Another swing thrusts forward, the fox jumping to the side as the bone hits the ground. The figure holds their paw out, forming a white orb before morphing it into another bone. They fire it, the fox evading once more.

An array of Bone Rushes come firing at him afterwards, Ramon dodging and leaping over them. This guy is serious about killing me! And I don't know why! Ramon thinks, jumping over the individual after they swipe him. Gah! This is so frustrating! Why is this happening!?

The fox grits his teeth, lowering his brows. "I don't know who you are, but please stop trying to attack me!" he says, the figure turning around. They give him the grim glare again, the fox shuddering. Urk...

They rush forward, readying their attack. "I said stop!" Ramon demands, the figure getting close to him. "NOW!" he screams, shooting a wave of dark energy at them. The individual blocks the attack with their arm, grunting as they get pushed back.

"Hmm?" Ramon blinks for a moment, flickering his ears. Did I do that? he questions, rolling in oddity. The figure brushes themselves off, glaring at the fox. They run forward, the Zorua gasping in response. No time to question it! ...Even though I just did.

Ramon stretches his maw out and forms a black orb, shooting another dark energy at them. The figure blocks the move, backing away more this time. Ramon unleashes a barrage of Dark Pulses, swinging his head like a boomerang. The individual groans, backing away more and more from the dark energies.

Ramon then raises his paw, summoning one more Dark Pulse before flinging it forward. The cloaked figure groans, blasting off and rolling around the grass. The bone fades.

The Zorua pants, racing his breath as the figure remains still. He lets out a heavy sigh, his heart slowing in tranquility. Seems like I knocked them out, he confirms. Directing his attention to the journal, he walks towards it. Now to get out of here. He sinks his teeth into it, lifting it up with ease.

"Mmf!"

He yelps, feeling a sudden jab to his stomach. His eyes circle up to the figure, quaking. They fling the Zorua away with their bone, crashing him into a nearby tree. "Ack!" He coughs out the journal, purple blood oozing from his maw, his back screeching and shrieking. "Ugh..."

The figure picks up the journal, Ramon trembling in place. What the— he wails, standing up only to scream and fall. He remains in place, wincing while stroking the grass. Why...Why did that hurt me more than before? Enough to immobilize me... He whimpers, his teeth being gnashed, his eyes piling tears. The cloaker walks close as the fox continues quaking. So...much...pain.

The unknown individual stops, kneeling on one knee, groping it. "You know, none of this would've happened had you not come here. Xander—" they pause for a moment, giving Ramon a dirty look. "...would still be alive." The cold, bitter tone sends Ramon into endless shrills. He zones into confusion, descending into it.