The noise of the city around him reverberated like a pounding drum within his head, too many problems, too many answers. Mikhail walked through the streets of Vegas, eyes darting around hearing everything that everyone was saying spouting off numbers that anyone could hear if they got close enough to him.

[i]"4,356...4,357...4,358."[/i]

The faint scraping noise of his cane against the pavement became like the melody of a beautiful song of a master composer that was just out of reach of the ears. One thing that didn't escape his notorious field of vision, was his brother just out of reach of the normal human's scope. Even with Gregor so far away and his Sensory Manipulation in full swing, Mikhail could still make out the mammoth figure that was his brother, skulking within the shadows of peoples sight and sound.

[i]"4,378...4,379...4,38...."[/i]

Before Mikhail could finish his counting a massive burst of fire lit the night sky, all at once Mikhail's eyes stopped darting and focused on warm glow of the burning sky with the inquisitive nature of a child. Mikhail called out to his brother, which appeared to the normal folk as Mikhail talking to himself,

[i]"Well brother, it seems that the problem that requires our attention is that way. We should go see what answers we can discover to a problem of that magnitude."[/i]

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As the two brothers arrived at the scene of battle, Mikhail's eyes once again began to dart around, within the first two minutes of their arrival Mikhail had already devised a way to kill all of the remaining kings. His eyes focused on Gadreal and was immediately fixated. This Kings alchemy was far beyond anything he had witnessed before and his brain began to swim with possibility he could attempt. 

During his millings Gregor walked to his side and began to speak in a voice that even Mikhail could barely understand,

[b]"This one seems to be much stronger than anticipated brother. Should we not already be down there assisting the others?"[/b]

[i]"No...no....too many questions, not enough options. One on one would see us both dead...too many variables, we'll let the others make a move first...too many variables."[/i]

Almost as if it was on cue, the Asylums on the ground began gearing up for a major alchemic assault on the King, and almost at once Mikhail began preparing his own Sigelum, writing major alchemic runes on one of his arms. Before he finished the runes he signaled to Gregor to move out and the two charged into the fight. As soon as Mikhail arrived onto the field, he was greeted by three lesser Kings, all of which he ignored. A moment later three screams let Mikhail know that his brother had been quickly behind him.

While everyone else was rightly focused on Gadreal, Mikhail took up a safe position within distance from the King, he finished the runes on his arm. Once he finished an intangible field around the King agitating the center of the brain that controls fear. Whatever this king feared most of all was now happening all around him. Mikhail's part was through...now it was time for Gregor to do his job. Within the sphere Gregor went to work terrorizing the King within, striking him with quick slashes from his before piercing him like an iron maiden.

As Mikhail watched his brother intently a burst of flames came from the dancing one as a massive phoenix came charging their way. Quickly Mikhail called to Gregor and both took off and ran for cover...what little there was to have.