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At first, the hallucinations stood unable to affect her determination. Strike after strike, counter after parry, Solveig endured the dual assault by the cursed huldrefolk. Not even time to manifest another energy weapon to fend off her attackers. The paired combos from Sigrid and competent clone of Skathi were enough to chip off bits of aura armor. It was only by the charged double lariat that the defense completely fell apart. Such a blitz of Enranged speed, Solveig barely caught a glance at the golden claw sweeping from below-

"Pathetic..."
Caught by the scruff of her neck, the Knight felt herself lifted upwards to meet Skathi. Breath waned in flow, the world smolder in shadow, all she could see was her former teacher's face. "Shame. You could have proved useful in the end. Doubt you break allegiance to those Knights to join me," the demigod lamented. The terrified huldra felt her hollow back chilled to its center, staring wide-eyed as a hand approached. "Forgive me, Solveig..."

"Your light shall create my reality."
All that the huldra's brain could perceive was pain. Agonizing, severe pain. The stream of mixed tears and blood ran along her cheek, with the Knight reflexively covering the left side of her face. To conceal what was lost. What was taken. What was now drawn toward the thief's own, replacing the mundane organ as it melted away from the stolen eye.

"Now for the other one..."
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If not for the slack in skill, such a cut might made more than a graze along the clone's shoulder. Some of its energy sapped away into the blade. Roughly an eighty percent mixture of deitic aura, with the remainder off the lines of natural and cursed power. The solid doppelganger wouldn't immediately fall from an Egg-based attack. But even a simple nick would strip the clone of its flight, leading to face-plant into the floor.

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Brushed aside in terms of an annoying gnat, the clone growled in its animosity at Tox. Neither it, or the other 'Skathi's appeared with a soul, simply with a large share of deitic energy accompanying the more mortal portion. That is, except for the lone huldra who walked to the center of the room. She even seemed to know where exactly the Dragon Knight hovered in the air. The demigod giving a 'beckoning taunt' to come forward, fabricating a violet crystal dome around herself.

DON'T YOU DARE IGNORE ME&#33;

The clone enshrouded its entire body in a wash of golden and crimson flames. Eyes burned intensely, creating a bloody colored trident in both hands. That frozen hide was going to be pierced as far duplicate was concerned. With Ira swelling within, the clone made a quick swerved path utilizing the falling Skathi and the original Skathi as anchor points. The cursed energy within all these huldre made it rather useful to blitz, with the trident aimed straight for Tox at blinding speed.

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Somehow darker patches scattered themselves along the serpent from Bill's electric counter attack. The aching jolts produced numerous obsidian thorns along the outermost layer of the oily scars. "KEEEH&#33;" shrieked Invidia, unable to concentrate properly under the harrowing pain. "You scaly brat&#33;"

Infuriated, a vaguely humanoid torso erupted from the cursed beast's forehead. Its design composed of countless animal features, the best description for such an abomination would be the Greek monster known as Kampe. "DIEE&#33;" transforming her right arm into a frightfully constructed rifle, aiming to impale the bayonet's blade into Bill.

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As if the sight of the Knight wasn't troublesome enough for Acedia, the fact Senka dashed over to glomp her unraveled the Satyr's composure. Repressed memories began to surge upon the tight embrace. Once terrified... Linda... Felt a sense of security once Senka and the strange woman called Altima rescued her from a dark abyss... That, and she felt herself thrown to the ground once the freezing blast by Felicia destroyed the vines which held both her and the Knight up.

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Finished with their corrupted feast, two of the huldra clones rapidly felt the powerful transfigurations take hold. Neither were a full beast, unlike the unconscious of Byron and Evert. The 'Lust Incarnate' maintained visual details of the stolen energy. Its harpy base body stretched out the dark blue wings, lightly flapping them whilst admiring her bovine horns happily. The contrasting land dwelling 'Gluttony Incarnate' bore a stockier build. Ripped with muscles and bark scales matted with fur, the amphibious boar grunted at the air. Its tusks held out in impressive size, with a sweeping thick salamander tail on its opposite end.

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The quiet gargoyle, having spent much of her time on the sidelines watching the battle unfold, not gone unnoticed by the demigod. The clone smirking would see to that. Think you can try a sneak attack on me? Think again, the copy thought to it and the Skathi collective mind. It waited for the right moment, as the other clones gone about their current goals...

Mmm.. Not so complicated, this energy..
With its Wyrd eye glowing blood red, it charged toward the unsuspecting Emi. Where both she and the clone would tumble into a shimmering crimson portal, which itself soon vanished...

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Standing guard, the curse wielder of Ira gazed at the chaotic surroundings. A brief demonstration of the true power Skathi Bastarnae wished to achieve. The demigod herself held Solveig off the ground by her neck. Aghast and drained, the Knight's eyes stared blankly into the terrible being, feeling her energy rippling off into the clone-and the rest of the cursed huldre... That eclipsed eye... So long since she saw her brother wore that power...

Eltra punched ahead as it fell, pouncing upon the assailant and embedding the knife down the hilt before a defense could be mounted. To say the Floran was fighting to kill would undersell the intent behind it as another knife was stabbed in, not egg based but instead the second half of a seal. Unless something sudden were to happen, the attacker would be drawn into a black box at the floran's hip, which served as a dimensional prison without energy, and all energy being used to be stolen to power the seal. The theory had been crafted to deal with Lykaios and while it was not ready for that level of a test, a weaken target would be a simple catch in comparison. Eltra was always watching his back with sensors. It was time to really cut loose those often suppressed instincts.


Tox took note of the attack coming as she crackled. With a burst of energy to disguise her plan, she activated a hidden artifact on her person. She was to appear beside Skathi, inside her space, touching her the instant she appeared. The moment any form of contact was made, she would be subjected to Tox's touch, amplified through her training. She was aiming to tear the curses off her, and her soul from her body. Even the alignment Nero had been affected even before she had trained, and after...Well, she felt confident, for once, she had this as something she knew. She was going to rip every influence apart from one another. Body, mind, soul, void, curse, if she had her way, all would be pried apart in a moment. She had never revealed her teleport to anyone, nor the extent of her training for her touch. There was no way someone would predict them both, she believed.

Phoebe had begun to draw fully into the material plane. Her body crackled and oozed within. A dreadful aura spread from her as the elder goddess began to stretch her wings. As the woman drew herself in, she lost her physical form slowly. Instead, her eyes could be felt on all around her as darkness crawled in the edges of one's mind. A deep seated unease and dread followed as the woman solidified out of the air in the center, feeding on the tension and instinct around her. She had not practiced extensively in the art of controlling her full nature, but she knew how to guide it. She was covered in darkness, her edges poorly defined as she lifted a hand. "Let the daughter of the witch of shadow show her ability, then. Enough time has passed keeping myself mortal, if power stealing is to be what happens." At that, a psychic force, seeped in elder energy, and not just her own, and a strange magic that gnawed at the mind, aimed to buy enough space to retrieve Solveig. What, exactly, she was planning was hard to tell, but the space around her twisted to a shield of words, of all things, otherworldly and unnatural. She focused herself to her auger, the necklace below her now melded shirt, and with it, she had expanded her options of abilities. She would leave the side path to the others while she focused on these.

The wound cauterized and some blood replenished, Tom seemed to look better, but was still unconscious, and was still very much in danger of dying unless they managed to evacuate him as soon as possible - which of course would be impossible until their task was done.

The Sanity blade however, had been blown outside his shirt, and was glowing brightly, still straining at the chain that held it to the dying man, but still inexorably drawn to the Deian distortionist. Jinx heard a familiar voice in her head, saying "Take the blade, unlock your true power, or everyone is doomed."

Everything felt frozen in time at that single moment. Skathi Bastarnae, having known of the Floran's trick at teleportation, would have frozen Eltra instantly if he were to blink right beside her in the crystal dome. Heightened reaction speed, instinctive veil of cursed energy to disarm a potential Egg catastrophe. The huldra did not anticipate Tox to be capable of such movement.

...Body, Mind, Soul... Cursed thoughtforms of dark power... Even her pronounced Deitic status fell apart to the wayside in their own humanoid depictions upon the Dragon Knight's stealthy attack. Her mortal flesh continued to pulse with life, breath shallow and synapses at minimum capacity. Concepts of reality and memories broke off in a fine mist, the damaged mind unable to comprehend this attack. Even her soul cracked in twain-

This time, I'll be helping you out.
Whilst collecting curses from the successful 'assassination' of her enemy, Tox and everyone else in the immediate vicinity would be interrupted by the explosions from below. Underground vents billowed out liquid celestial flames all across the alchemic array, destroying the intricate details as the sheer dark force manifested itself upon Skathi's fall.

"Time to switch places," the clone holding up Solveig in hand grinned widely. She felt the empowering celestial claw grasp at one leg, funneling some of what Avarice snatched away in front of the Dragon Knight. Only the Body, a few curses, Tartarus fragment, and a mortalized soul were in Tox's collection. "Sorry Solveig, but this was the whole reason I went after you in the first place."

Without much a care for the huldra Knight, the 'promoted' clone flung Solveig into the witch's direction. Phoebe in her unleashed state already had began to drag the drained woman, so a simple assisted toss aided in the flight. Though... Likely not the best idea, given the huldra became enshrouded in the icy flames of Svalinn. While the cold touch would not be trouble, the fire shielding her body would attempt to gnaw and annihilate anything that touched the flames clinging to her tightly.

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First omitting it as a threat, second for dodging the trident lunge by vanishing in thin air... But to completely knock out the original Skathi?&#33; This will not stand for the furious clone&#33;

"I will throw your corpse through a pit of FLAMES&#33;"

Not alone in its revenge, the harpized clone took notice of how fast Tox dispatched the main huldra. A form of touch, advanced from the destructive toxins heard about before? Regardless, neither it or the fuming trident user would allow the Dragon Knight perform that technique so easily again. Both of these assailants charged through the air to attack Tox. Thick veil of celestial flames covered their bodies, in attempt to stop any other counter strikes.

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Unable to do much more than accepting some of Solveig's energy, the still winded clone fell victim to the final blow. Eltra swiftly defeated the doppelganger, sealing its soul-less body into the blackbox. All the residual energy still clinging within, and the deitic essence once the repression of the Egg influence waned, would be locked safely in the Floran's possession.

Such victory had not gone unnoticed. With the other cursed-empored chasing after Tox, the remaining chimeric abomination ran over to the Floran on all fours. Tusks prepared to impale if were to make impact.

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Around the innermost chamber, the celestial maelstrom grew in great force. The beings already in the room were rather 'safe' in the eye of this crazed storm. Though trying to enter or leave would be a challenge against the sheer force of energy churning about.

Jinx would stare at the thing, and take a breath. Everyone around her was in some sort of trouble it seemed... But that voice, she knew it. At least she thought she did, though she couldn't place who. After that one breath Jinx made to grab the blade. She couldn't possibly add to the damage, right?

Jinx was instantly transferred to a field of grass. The sun shone brightly, and other than the missing tree, it looked very much like DP's prison. Before her stood the Sanity blade in it's Scimitar form

Sanity Blade: Greetings, Lady Jinx

The swords voice had a familiar tone to it, but it was definitely distinct

Jinx blinked at the sudden change in the lighting, taken from the gloom to bright sunlight all of a sudden she instinctively shielded her eyes.... before staring. That was a talking sword. Yep, that strangely familiar but not voice was definitely coming from that Scimitar. "Er, hi? What's going on?"

Sanity Blade: You have been given three gifts by your godparent. The first is this cloak, which will protect you in battle.

Jinx would notice she was in fact wearing a white cloak, not entirely unlike the one her godmother often wore.

Once she did notice this, Jinx looked it over by spinning around. Wow. "Wow" she said, aloud. "But how?"

Sanity Blade: Your godmother hoped such a day would never come, but she laid in you these three dormant blessings to activate should you ever need me.

Your second gift is that of Celestial sight, to see the energies around you and know where to strike

Jinx: "I-oh. Yeah, that sure sounds like godmother" Jinx said, then sighed lightly. "That would be extremely helpful right now"

Sanity Blade: I would not know, I don't have eyes. Your third blessing is that you can safely wield me.

::With the word "me", the scene shifts back to the cave. Jinx's actual body never left, so her eyes remained adjusted. In her hands she held a long dagger with a 40 cm blade that snaked back and forth in a wave. The guard was inlaid with a blue stone, and had red arms out either side. And the handle was made out of a highly polished bone. The Sanity Blade had a habit of adapting itself to it's weilder, and this was the form it chose for Jinx::

Jinx's eyes that had been a normal brown before she'd taken a hold of the blade now glowed a bright white, matching the white cloak she now had as she gripped her godmothers blade. With the newly activated sight Jinx looked around to see where she would be the most useful now. Certainly not over here, Bill was perfectly capable of taking care of himself. Still, this needed to stop-and soon.

Meanwhile...

Bill had had just about enough at this point and would use a claw to deflect the incoming blade before snarling again. This time, he opened his maw and breathed out what could best be described as, well, razors made of nothing but air.

Meanwhike...

In the corner Felicia had huddled herself into, the Split had a thought occur to her right there. Since this thought wad as disturbed as she was right now the Knight went from being terrified straight into a fit of cackling, unsettling laughter that echoed around the halls, mixed in with the music of war.

"You can't fool me&#33; This is all a trick&#33; A TRICK&#33;" Felicia yelled in an unsettled voice before she extricated herself from the corner. She knew what to do with tricks... Felicia ran forwards, dodging foes that didn't exist straight towards Senka and the other Knight-only for both her and the Dragonfury to disappear out of Reality just before she was going to slam into them.

It wasn't entirely all bad though, as it seemed an order given long ago to a being in Felicias employ activated and the black dog Shuck appeared from out of the shadows to stand by the man in danger of death. The Black Dog had been told to guard the man whilst Felicia was absent, keep him safe. Felicia was absent now. A small collection of Shadow Imps came with the apparition-perhaps out of curiousity.

Tox swore loudly in another language as she jumped skyward. Oh fuck hell. she hadn't gotten the whole of her. But she wouldn't need to worry as much now about tearing them apart and leaving them dust. The main was safely tucked away. Yeah. She could strike to kill now. She had this. Well, maybe not _this_. That required fighting directly, and they'd never let her touch them if they could help it...She threw open her wings and yawned widely. First, it refreshed the oxygen in her system. Two, it would put them more on tilt, angering them as if she wasn't taking them seriously. Three...She needed air for what she was about to do. With a claw, she cut her mouth, gathering up blood in her mouth before spitting it out and flash freezing it with her ability. She formed a web of toxic blood to hide behind to buy just a few moments while she licked the cut shut and soaked her claws in her blood. This would give her just a little extra edge, and if she could take them on at a time...Yes...She just needed to get space... She took that moment to start moving away from them. This place was a being, right? Or at least related to one? She could take it apart the same way if she needed to. Yeah...That'll work... she built up her touch to burrow a hole into the wall and to try and damage the beast. Maybe take it apart completely, under best case. She had been able to damage Nero's anchor before training, maybe she could do this after.

Eltra would stand back up, looking to the charging force. A boar, huh? The floran stomped down as a long hunting spear appeared in his hands. He threw it forward, at which point a bloody rocket engine activated and shot it forward. It was more intended to impale and pin than to kill, but that wouldn't matter much as the Floran took to the sky with a railgun and used his suit to line up a quick shot. Both the spear and the bullet were enchanted with Phoebe's otherworldly witch magic to suck curses out and back into themselves. Even if the spear was dodged, it would return to the Floran for another use. Technology is amazing&#33;

Phoebe drew Solveig into the space, tinkering with her to try and turn off her shield. As she did so, her focus was split. The unconscious combatants were drawn into their own shadows, store in a space only Phoebe could access. Yes...She knew _just_ what to do. She focused her attention to the trident, digging into the clone's mind with overwhelming force. She aimed to crush the defenses in one solid move and burrow into the shell. She was going to take the copy, consume it, and use it to get into their mental network. To keep a force beyond normal understanding out would be a challenge under normal circumstances, but she used all sense of fear within to facilitate her assault. It would buy Tox space and give her an access point, and if she got in...The witch flashed a horrific smile. Only her teeth could be seen, too wide, moving well past her ears. While she did that, she oozed out a black sludge that would slowly gather around her into unnatural and horrific creatures, acting as her physical agents while she controlled things. A fur and raw meat covered six legged humanoid being echoing sounds. A large bear like monster that flickered and cracked as it unnaturally lurched around, covered in eyes and fading into the environment without defined edges. A featureless woman, made out of a white darkness and with long sickle-like claws. They lurked near their mistress to fend off physical assaults.

Seeing Tom sink, it wasn't hard to figure out it was probably Phoebe that took him so he'd be safe, at least for now.

Jinx looked towards the swirling Celestial maelstrom that seemed to engulf a large part of the structure. There&#33; There was where she needed to go. Jinx sprinted in that direction on legs with Distorted muscles for the extra speed, white cloak billowing behind her, and swung the Sanity Blade into the barrier with as much force as she could. At the very least she hoped this would create enough of a gap for her to get inside.

As Pheobe focused on the clone, One can suddenly hear something yell "Arrrr&#33;", and a new wave of fear grip the clone. If she looked beyond the clone, she would see a dolphin dressed in Pirate garb, dripping blood from his mouth, holding an obsidian dagger hilt-deep in the back of the being.

Mattering to just a brief second of deceleration, the chimeric clone felt a few of its curse dragged into the flung spear. The weapon couldn't snatch that much more given a section of the slimey hide broke off from the side. "RAAWWR&#33;" bellowing loudly, a shockwave of orange and violet aura blasted off from its hide. Reality distorted along the path taken by the railgun shots, curving out in random directions away from the clone.

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Tri-pronged in vein of a trident, the multiple strikes at the lesser clone's attention brought it crashing down from the air. The doppelganger wanted to be the one to take out the dragon for being a major kink in their plans. Just one brief touch, and all of the main Skathi's aspects broke off from one another. If only she absorbed all of Tartarus, it thought in the rising tension. Said notion snapped once both the witch and an animatronic out from nowhere attack at once.

"KEH&#33;"

Writhing about, an unnatural sensation crept through the inner workings of the duplicated body. Blood spluttered out from its mouth, black as black can be, as the obsidian dagger struck into its hollow back. Need to stave off damage...

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Having watched another clone fell victim to capture, the harpy in its more composed mindset glared at the dragon. As its flaming blue wings swerved it away from the toxic barrier Tox manifested, it realized what the Dragon Knight had done. Once normally shades of dark grey, the various stones and rock still connected to the underground structure began to bleach out. Cracks and fault lines spreading faster, only the force of the celestial maelstrom itself kept the entire room from caving in as the last essence of Tartarus hiding in around died.

What an idiot, the harpy said to itself, cutting off the mental line to the trident clone. It didn't need any distractions whilst surrounding its body in a sphere of expanding now violet flames.

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Whereas in the room of chilled air, the Sloth Fir Bolg nearly felt her heart skip a beat. A turmoil of emotions churned in the Satyr's head. Exhaustion, reluctance to fight, memories of happier moments... And the Fear... Acedia could feel all the touch of raw Fear, and its sensitivity to it, funneled straight from her mirror into herself. Such an overflow caused the small being to become unconscious next to Senka.

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Bill, having shrugged off the stabbing by the delirious Invidia, manged shower the Fir Bolg in a bombardment of air cuts. At such a range, the poorly constructed humanoid fell to pieces. Twitching and writhing, they would slowly attempt to reform a bodily shape on the ground, with the rest of the serpent mess being reduced to smoldering tar.

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As the Insanity Lord made a short-lived breach through the maelstrom, she would see the developments of the fight ongoing, with one 'Skathi' standing in the center. This huldra's skin had already began to crumble, revealing a greater surge of of celestial energy. It was still soul-less... Though, it was also destroying mortal souls within itself, emanating from a large purple sphere of Elder energy in its hand.

"Hm?," the stone-faced woman drifted her attention to Jinx, casually picking up and throwing Sigrid towards Phoebe. The Fir Bolg wasn't surprised, rather it used the toss as momentum to land a fiery punch at the witch.

Bill walked over to the writhing bodyparts, and growling with his spikes still out, would proceed to try to stand on the pieces in order to prevent them from rejoining

Meanwhile...

After coming through, the awakened Insanity Lord Jinx took a glance at the situation. So much bad chaos... the throw of the crumbling 'Skathi' drew her glowing eyes over to it, which were soon narrowed as she jumped to land in front of it. "Stop this. Right now. Before something even worse happens" she said, holding the Sanity Blade in front of her with the daggers point at the enemy.

Eltra stared for a moment, frustrated with this damn reality warping shit. It was getting really old. The floran took the spear as it returned and went to throw it again...only to keep hold and rocket himself forward to embed it into the center of mass. That too, however, would serve more as a ruse. The floran swung himself up with the help of his suit, landing on the spear's back end and kicking it in as he burst off and jumped back with a bright light, to distract from the changed timing of the spear. The floran used this moment to take a good couple shots at the harpy, since she'd not be watching, and the suit could move him to aim faster than he'd be able to sight it, then jerked back around to fire at the one attacking him after. He blinked back to the wall, clinging onto the side about ten feet up.

Tox hooked a claw into the wall, tearing a chunk of it out. It was time to test her latest theory. She tried her best to charge it up with her touch's effect as she threw it at the harpy preparing to attack her. While it lacked killing potential, whatever it contacted would act as if it was running a few times faster than normal. Energy demands would spike up as it needed to supply about 4 times the energy, and time limited effects would decay similarly quickly. It was less than she hoped but would hopefully level the playing field. It just needed to contact something...even the flames, she theorized, should work. While she sent it flying, she also filled up her space with a bitter cold and toxic diamond dust. She needed to make attacking her as bad an idea as possible so she could control the pace of the fight.

The flying being was met by the woman, fist meeting sickles made to cut through steel. She was expendable, but that did not mean she was less dangerous. Every moment of contact made more of the flaming Fir Bolg sink into the woman, to fall into Phoebe's domain. This had left her attention back to Skathi directly, however. Black tendrils that faded into the edges of one's vision surrounded her, like dark ribbons. While she wanted to stay away form the battle directly, why fight fair if Skathi wasn't? Her shadow changed properties, acting more akin to tar or quicksand. She was going to make movement hell on the woman.

Deflated, the fragments struggled against the dragon's weight. Even with his force, they eventually rejoined, only to reveal an unconscious woman enshrouded in bandages. At least, seemed to be female given how the fabric covered her entire body.

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Without the deitic boost of Celestial and Eldritch forces empowering it, the amphibious boar began to feel itself drained after that application of Distortion. So many annoying ants on the field. These mortal beings proving to be a greater nuisance than the Elder witch herself. Eyes glowing crimson and gold, the clone watched the flung spear launch over to its direction at slowed speed. Yes... With just a slight turn, that Floran could get infected with one of its remaining curses...

FALL
Interrupted in its thoughts, a new plan over ruled its own directive. The slimy duplicated swerved upright to snag the spear in mid-flight at the grip line. Whether it was trapped to damage non-programmed owners, the possessed clone did not care. It instead crouched down to lock the bladed weapon in place with its own body, sacrificing itself as countless Vitrum Flexile chains erupted all over. The highly reactive material looped about to ensnare the egg-based weapon. Anyone that touched it would feel their own minds struck by psionic razor blades.

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DESTROY
A optical jolt rung through the concealed harpy. Avarice, it grumbled, viewing the visual channels from the Gula (which lasted only briefly) and the other Wyrd eye from the current 'Skathi.' More connections were self-imposing themselves on its mind, with the realization that only two huldre remained in battle, besides itself.

"KEH&#33;" the infuriated avian teleported from its cache within the flames. Tox's accelerated strike disapated the fire near instantly, as violent embers ran out of fuel to self sustain itself. With the shots from Eltra scratching the bleached walls instead "I don't need your help&#33;"

Regardless, aid came out from the huldra's hollow back. Eerie fiery balls of celestial light flew outward to span the inner maelstrom arena. These strange scouts bore multiple crimson eyes around their forms, watching and relaying information to the last to 'Skathis.'

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Sigrid, still possessing her battle instincts in the fit of fury, utilized her Ira boost over at the deitic-like Skathi to drag herself back out of the witch's guardian. "So that..." the Fir Bolg breathed, enshrouding both of her fists in orange flames. The enduring battler went to flung fire balls at the bladed assailant, trying to keep some distance.

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"Stop this. Right now. Before something even worse happens."

"Even with my brother's assistance, can you even enforce that decree?"

Arrogant in tone, she cringed at the celestial twitch from within. A highly convoluted thoughtform, Avarice emerged from her hollowed out body, barely a physical shell for the inferno of energy inside. There hardly were any draconic features left on this soul-less being beside her. Simply a carrier of celestial aura. "Don't let this mortal, nor the witch, cloud your sight," the curse reminded, just as Skathi began to realize the encroaching darkness on her own eyes.

"Keh... Trying to eclipse me..."

No doubt the Floran will either go after her now, or the other clone, Skathi knew she had to end this pests swiftly. The elevated demigod fabricated two blood-red Rhomphaia in each hand from her imagination. Said curved blades radiated the anguish of the lingering souls she siphoned from Tartarus itself, gnawing them down to fuel the Eldritch enhanced weapons. And around herself, crescent-shaped shields manifested, bleeding celestial light to function as both additional eyes and self-defense.

"I can sure try" Jinx retorted. Nothing much else for her to say, really. Getting caught in too much monologueing was a weakness her Mother had warned her about. Well, she'd asked. Jinx summoned black fireballs all around her, as well as as Distorting her limbs to add extra punch and extra speed. The Jix had been taught well by both magical means, distortion abd sheer physical prowess. Eyes narrowed at seeing the Rhomphaia created. "I'm more than 'just' a mortal. I am your brothers goddaughter&#33;" With that Jinx lunged forwards to attack with the Sanity Blade, the blazing black fireballs also lunged forwards to send their intense heat smashing into the shields.

Eltra spun around once before a barrier formed around the being pinning his spear down. "Yesss. All that was needed...Next..." The floran landed on the ground and pressed a hand to it. A green light scorched along the ground and formed a large circle around the barrier. Strange, otherworldly runes encircled it before a burst of deep blue light came from the floran. It was an odd mix of things he had learned for one specific purpose: To send anything he needed to remove out of the fight into a controllable void, the witch herself. Darkness rose along the edges and crept over the barrier's lower levels as a vertical wall formed around it. Without warning, the wall crashed in and drug it down into the ground, disappearing without a trace as the circle was consumed to cast the spell. With that complete, the floran stood up and shook his head. Eldritch magic had costs to the mind, and while no stranger to one's mind being messed up, the Floran needed to rest before acting next so he could ensure what int his changing space was realm. A few minutes should be plenty...

Tox was not going to waste time when she could take action. The dragon knight jumped off the wall and flew high into the air. AA few seconds of focus bought her what she needed, her toxic breath usable. She exhaled slowly around her, forming a cloud of purple mist. She used it as a shield for herself and to obscure whatever she was planning. Sneak attacks of all kinds are her best tool, after all.

The bladed assailant seemed to have the flames roll off her after the first hit, leaving a clear damaged spot. Worryingly, however, it was only the first. She was flame proof after that and rushed ahead to attack, slashing away and seeking to engulf her prey into the abyss.

The witch herself was not taking direct action, but continued worming her way into the minds of the remaining combatants. At least, that was what it seemed like until a bullet rang out of Skathi's own shadow, enchanted to rip curses out of her and into the shadows again. The witch was losing her definition the more she did, appearing less a person and more a dark spot of raw fear itself. Her focus was split between the fight and those who were ending up in her being. The ground around Skathi herself was trying to lose definition, acting like mud or wet sand, and the air around her grew heavy and acted like water. She was slowing her down, changing the space itself around her. Her own eyes floated into the sky, heading for the floating masses. "Taking my symbol to keep watch? How cute." Should her eyes tough them, she would begin working on taking them over as her own, corrupting them to her being.

Even with her eyes still 'obscured,' the multitude of hovering shields... And whatever strange creatures that had manifested earlier. For something saturated in divine magic, they sure seemed Eldritch in appearance. The overlapping field of vision displayed Skathi numerous angles of attacks coming her way. Blade struck blade, celestial guards enduring the intense projectile flames. The huldra certainly seemed capable of trudging through the dampening effects. "KEH&#33;?"

Unwise to not leave a remnant of its connection within Skathi, a golden tendril from her hollow back dissolved upon impact with the 'Beebee Bullet.' A simple sacrifice compared to the nestled mess of twisted celestial magic now blatantly glowing from behind the woman. "I don't need you watching me," she snarled, voice growing ever more otherworldly.

"Your instincts are faltering... And unfortunately, you will receive my assistance, whether you like it or not."

The manifestation of her will criticizing herself, Avarice spawned a new swarm of optical watchdogs in response to the witch's transgressions. None of the influenced golden agents wore the gnawing control from Phoebe for long. Much like the earlier warpstone explosion, each of the corrupted little beings brought about a minute blast which incinerated them, with a radius of a meter. She could tell once the annoying eye-beings were going to detonate by a change in their structure. Always bursting ten seconds afterward.

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Great, now the bladed-guardian stood immune to flames. Without many other vessels harboring the Ira curse since the start of her fight, Sigrid couldn't evade or strike as swiftly to what she was used too. So infuriating&#33;

"RAWR&#33;"

The only tactic the Fir Bolg could devise in her situation, she slammed both of her fists into the damaged floor. A rapid burst of flames launched the enraged agent into the air to avoid the slashing motions. From what once could guess, Sigrid's trajectory aimed her body towards a side of the celestial maelstrom. Likely to use that centrifugal force to recalculate her attack if she landed in the storm.

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"What is she doing now?" the winged clone growled under breath. Obviously that cloud was Tox's natural weaponry, cloaking her movements and shielding from direct attack. Not something this harpy planned on having her opponent enjoy much longer. "Die."

Crystallized blue flames manifest in multiple orbits around the ball of destructive gas. The energized projectiles would fire themselves down towards the Dragon Knight in form of numerous spears.

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Without proper consciousness, the stationary 'rock' was soon removed from play. There, in the midst Fear itself, the ghastly chains which held fastened to the fallen clone and spear shined bright. Every single link of chain attempted to shred any mental influence that tried to approach it.