There wasn't much he despised more than Madness. How it trickled in and sought to disturb his calm, forced him to breath, focus, remain aware and steady his temper, thoughts, and actions. Before suffering at the hands of the Witches, his resistance was fairly high, but that incident sluiced a vulnerability through his discipline, and he'd gradually worked to seal it back over through will and patience, ingrained from hours of meditation..

Neji expelled a breath, steady breathing even as his blood spiked, grayed vision swinging toward a soul ambling toward them on an unsteady, halting path and a second not far behind.

Two at once. Unlucky..

"We're moving back, luring them further out to lower Madness levels. Performing Soul Menace and maintaining solid resonance under pressure is a balance we'll lose before long under higher levels, particularly against two opponents."