Oh, man, he just wouldn't cooperate for this. I ended up propping up a bleeding torso of a story, here, because the obnoxious twit decided to get all jealous on me. The rest of this will have to fall under a different prompt that I hope like hell I'll have the time to work on tomorrow for a late entry.
At that point I'll be able to explain what just happened, too. I love Misighi, I do, but the leshys are hard to write. Not least of why is the fact that canon never really explains them.