Magic makes chaos

Loss of light.

Astral was trying his best to defeat Vector, he couldn't allow him to win. But it seemed for every move Astral had he had a move to counter it. He was beginning to worry he didn't know how much time he had left to beat him.

Trying to figure out a plan Astral had taken a step back to figure out a course of action, he saw an opening in Vector's defense and went for it trying to weaken his opponent. As the attack hit the bells of midnight rang out. It didn't matter that he had managed a hit, time was up.

Vectors laugh rang throughout the area he had won, the fox spirit would be his. "Well well, it looks like I have won." He says as he stands before Astral a smirk on his face. "Yuma-kun is mine now." A mocking tone in his voice.

"What are you going to do to him?!" Asyral demanded, he couldn't let any harm come to his friend.

"Oh, you'll see any minute now." Vector had stepped back, and Astral could hear movement in the shadows a new dark energy had filled the area. It made the air thick with dread.

There was no time to react Astral was pinned down by a corrupted spirit, shadows moved behind like the tails of a nine tailed fox and sharp fangs gleamed in the little light there was in the room. But Astral paid no mind to it, his own eyes locked with crimson eyes full of anger and madness. One word came from the spirit broken and defeated. "Yuma...."