In his humorous little spat with her, it seemed like she was a little bit... testy about something. It was clear in her voice as well as the force of the slap of her wing. Tymon hit the ground hard in the distance, flopping over to his back, but quickly recovering to his feet.

"Awwww!! Someone's a little cranky! Mad cuz you're getting your ass handed to ya~?" Naturally, he had her all sorts of wrapped up tight, and he didn't really need to do much else to her except taunt her at this point. Yes. Tymon is definitely that sort of person. "Bet you can't do anything to me, sweetie~! I don't have to go easy on you when you're just this bad~! No contest~! No contest~!" He stuck his tongue out at her and started slapping his ass, clearly making fun of her.

"Whatcha gonna do? Use more Manna? I'll just make it into more Epic Art! BWAHAHAHA!"

She already lost. But at least she was a good sport for the little while she did survive! Ohohohoho~!

Tsuki fell completely silent. Her rage was getting the better of her now, and to look at his smug grin laughing at her shortcomings was not making it any better. She didn't want him to hold back, but she also didn't want him to be an ASSHOLE about it.

No longer having words for him, she looked around and snatched up a bouquet of the Reality Flowers and Moonflowers that were nearby, then glared at him threateningly. She did nothing more than that.

"Nyehnyehnyehnyehnyeeeehnyeeeeeh~!"

He continued to playfully make faces and taunt her from afar, trying to piss her off as much as possible just because he knew that it would spice up the fight a little bit. However, when she stopped talking, he knew that he might have taken it a bit too far.

That's when she picked up the flowers.

"... Woahdere. You uh... You got somethin right there... Uh... Right there in your hand... there..."

He coughed, looking from side to side nervously. Looks like the place that he created for the two of them to make merry might be his downfall... Well. Not if he could help it.

"Here..." his eyes would gleam, his face becoming serious once more as the battle pressed on, "Let me HELP YOU!!" He flicked his fingers at her rapidly, sending off Sylphee Bombs as swiftly as he flicked his fingers at her. They were all aimed for those flowers, with the mission to snatch them up out of her hands... Or at least to explode and knock them away.

Just like she popped the little pixies before, she could do it again, regardless of if they were made of Epic Art or not. Once they became sentient, she gained jurisdiction over them, too. Her threatening glare gazed over the green sylphs and would cause them all to burst prematurely, petering out to a gentle breeze that blew through her luscious dark hair. She was through playing games with him, then, as well.

She raised the flowers over herself and brought them together, a thick purple haze pouring out from the center of the flowers. It deconstructed and sucked in the Epic Art, drawing it from him as he could draw it from her. This deep Myst would be drawn into Tsuki's blazing purple hair and course through her body, causing her eyes to gleam with the lavender light of Phantasmagoria. From now on, her Life Energy itself was Epic Art, meaning that she could now feed off of it to give herself life beyond just the form of Creative Energy; The power to absorb Legendary Arts and Souzenryoku. If the needle was in her heart, then she'd draw it in there like a vampiress out for blood. With this new development in her Phantasmagoria, she could absorb his energy before it was converted in its raw state as Creative Energy and after it was converted into his Epic Art. He had no means of defense against her. now.

The strings attached would now yank at his chains, sucking out as much as she could to further boost her strength. Her deep violet hair grew a brighter shade of purple, its mystic flames rising up high into the sky and tinting the atmosphere around her with its hue. The light would be reflected in the petals of the flowers, as though painted into them by her new found intensity.

With the Sylphee bombs thoroughly diffused with just her glare, he could tell now that this was very serious, for some reason. He wasn't sure why, but definitely would not allow it to occur. He only wondered why all of his battles ended up going this way... He remembered them from his past lives, and most vividly through Khrona. (7:27) Remembering the things that he learned from reviewing that past, he was able to draw forth that power himself simply through observation. His Hyper Perception was active now.

"... I see you have no intent to resolve this peacefully..." he muttered calmly, a new serenity ringing in his throat, "... So I will simply show you my Peace and let it ease your soul." The Hyper Perception was the most basic stage of the Tenseigan; before it activated itself truly in the First Restriction, the Hyper Reception serves as its most basic functionality in the Zeroth Restriction. Its form before activation, one could say. With this, he perceived everything with utter precision and heightened awareness.

Nonchalantly, as his power was being quite rapidly sucked out of him, he extended his hand and many card-like pages drew from the atmosphere into a congregation upon his palm till a crystallized black and white book was formed in his hand. He looked into it and read up on the history of his Family.

"... Hm. Looks like because you're bound to me, you also have to undergo unlocking the Thirteen Restrictions in the same way..." he muttered. It was one of the pacts of their union. There were traditions that her family held, such as, perhaps, that test and coronation that Khrona currently was taking care of, that Tymon had also for his own family. A crystalline ring of light appeared around his head as he watched her gradually rise to the limits of the 0th and the 1st restriction. With a swift swipe of his hand and a blur of crystal sheen in between, the thread was severed immediately. A reaper's scythe of crystal had been formed around his hand, that which was the Scythe of Misery. It dissipated moments later as shards of snow blowing gently away in the wind and speckling the flowers with their dewdrops.

"Get a grip, Tsuki. Calm down. I thought you knew me better than that." Seems like she couldn't take a little joke between them. But that's why he would stop kidding around if that were the case. He wanted her to feel better and wouldn't continue to face her if she didn't feel good about it. "I expected more from you, honestly. But I understand perfectly how and why you feel the way you do." He placed his hands inside of the sleeves of his robe and closed his eyes, no longer seeking to engage her in combat. Eventually, without a target to face, she would have to see that he only intended to make her happy again. "Guess we just can't play together fully quite yet..."

She would draw forth his power from the string that had bound them together; more and more until her own would be restored to a sufficient amount. Somehow, she was able to recall memories of her past life as Tymon recalled those of his, as though their minds were linked somehow through this union. She remembered that the marriage of Titania and Khrona unified their Bodies, Minds and Souls... So perhaps that now, in their newly reincarnated forms, they were still linked through that Bond formed between them. Regardless of the vessels they inhabited, they would still be who they were on the inside, and that was most important.

However, that was not enough to make her feel better right now. Not right now, at least. Her rising anger drew her nearer and nearer to the boundary that would be the limits of the 0th, her flaming hair pouring its energy outward in a surplus. Just when she thought she would break the limit, the crystal scythe cut the connection, leaving Tsuki high and dry just as she was about to break through.

"..." she quickly used up a great deal of her power letting it pour out uncontrollably through her hair, but soon, it would begin to settle. The more she listened to him, the more she realized that she kinda was being a bitch about it... Not that she would let him know about that. Feeling a little disappointed in herself, she turned her head away from him, no longer wishing to look at him whilst she felt this way. There was a lot going on inside that she simply would not say aloud. The only thing she knew was that she needed some time to think about this and collect herself. Maybe they were not ready yet... Or maybe, she was the one that wasn't ready...

She closed her eyes and scrunched her face a bit at the thought of that. It was official. She had to go find a way to get stronger. She couldn't bear it right now... "... Gomenne, Ty-kun..." she muttered under her breath, her eyes watering slightly. Fortunately, she remembered how to use the Dream Robe and some of her other Phantasmagoria powers after almost reaching the First Restriction. It would fade in around her body from thin air, and without anymore words than that, she would shroud herself in it with a swift cast of her arm over her head, causing her to disappear immediately. She took with her a bouquet of the Reality Flowers and Moonflowers so that she would not only remember her lover, but also the gift he gave to her and the place he made for them. She would return one day... When she felt that she was ready. When she was stronger. Now, where she ended up was all up to her own will...

He closed his eyes and sighed deeply, a gentle breeze blowing past as Tsuki adorned her Dream Robe and whisked herself off elsewhere. In that same breeze, she would vanish, and the winds would fall silent once again... as would Tymon.

"..."

Somehow, he knew it would come to this with her. Unlike him, she'd not gone through the Thirteen Restrictions before. She had her own familial issues to worry about without also having to be bound by the covenant between them, as well. (3:25) Tymon remembered that Khrona was not ready to undergo the Thirteen Restrictions when it was his time in the past life... Nor was he aware of it. At least she had the privilege of knowing about it and having somewhere to obtain information on it... Thanks to the efforts of their ancestors...

"... Sayounara..." he muttered gently, though not with remorse, regret nor heartbreak, but with hope for her safe travel, "... Tsuki-chan." He would give her the time she needed for herself in order for her to better figure out who she was before she hopefully would return to him. They were lovers, after all. If it was as True as the covenant intended, then it would come to be no matter what. "Mata au hi made..." he'd finally say, letting his Epic Art take form around him again in an entirely different attire. He'd place a gray cap upon his head and allow his robe to take the form of a black vest.

"Ikuyo, Friday."

"Yooosh...~!" She'd say, fading in around him no sooner than Tsuki would leave and he'd call her name. She was his Chomao, after all, as was part of the bond they shared. (4:44) Looks like he hadn't forgotten, nor did it bother him at all that she needed some time to herself. That was good to know.

She'd follow behind him casually, floating gently upon the air and to his head, where she'd slip her legs around his neck and rest them upon her shoulders, laying her head down upon his hat. She closed her eyes and disappeared, becoming a sort of 'Dream Robe' for him to don upon his back as well.

With his bae on his back and his gloves secured, Tymon was now prepared for Adventure and thus would embark on his own personal journey in search of his own endeavors whilst he waited for Tsuki to get her life together and all such shit she had to do. (4:52) Truth be told, he had some shit to do himself... The Veritas was his land, after all, to do with whatever he wanted. And he had his own set of rules for the ballgame, too.

Picking his own bouquet of Reality Flower and Moonflowers, he would walk to his airship extension, Labrys, and up the stairway to the main deck. It was time for him to do some air raids. "Alright then. Lift off." (4:55) The engine would stir as the propellers came to a whir, almost as though it were of a medieval type of construction, despite clearly being divine in infrastructure. It did not seem that the propellers actually made it fly, but were there merely for the aesthetic pleasantry and his appreciation for the Olde English Final Fantasy IX style of the ship from which it was modeled, and wanted to stay true to the design... Despite how they were two completely different things.

"Don't let anyone touch our spot, by the way, bae," he had to say in the midst of the divine airship's ascent, "Kisses~. *muah*" He knew that this place not only was dangerous due to the flowers that grew here, but also it was special to him and sacred to he and his lover's love... And didn't want anyone tarnishing it like they probably were gonna do to the other places in the Veritas. >>; "Fucking up the upholstery and shit..." He took to the head, where the Captain's Chair was placed, right before the wheel of the ship. "Maybe I can scoop me up a crew, or some shit..." he muttered under his breath, wondering what ANYONE would be doing around here in the Veritas... What could be interesting about Tymon's personal dimension?

"Take us anywhere that's hot right now, Labrys. You know I like it hot~." He licked his lips sensually and winked, then shot a glare to Friday, smirking, "Unless you have any suggestions, lovey?"