[quote=supertinyking]
As the great Toguro began to overload Minx, her pained screams could be heard, as her unstable form began to bubble, and char. It was obvious who was going to loose, if things went on as they were. But of course, Minx, being the clever girl she was, had a plan. It was risky, it might lead to not only her death, but the destruction of her father...but it was the last resort, of sorts. It wasn't something she could do normally, not by a long shot. In fact, most sith, save for darkside, could do this.....She was going to recreate her organic body, from the sheer energy being forced into her.Slowly, Minx went from covering Toguro's body, to her humanoid form, as she hugs him tightly, from behind. First thing to form in her, are bones. Her screams begin to grow louder, as her body transmutes. As the bones set in, her body takes a different shape, less curved and disproportionate, to more human. Next to form, her skin, the top layer of pink goo, peeling away to bloody, disgusting, nearly liquid like paste. Next to form, her organs, making blood flow from her body's pores, as they set in. With in a minute, she goes from a gum demon, to a small, skinny older teenage girl.......before she begins to laugh, and laugh...and laugh. Darkside simply smiles, before holding a hand out, as lighting spews from Minx's back, making almost wing like structures, which flows to darkside, who in turn, directs it into the soul mass, aiming to blind side it, either destroying it then, or giving Mithias an opening. The main reason for this, though, should be obvious. Minx no longer has to be a battery for the energy she is stealing from Toguro, no, she's just a conductor, and darkside, is being a transmitter. As this happens, minxes body ages, and suffers from common problems dark force users suffer..after many many years of dark force use. Minx, she develops these problems in moments, her skin becoming pale, and grey, her body becoming frail, and weak, her mind suffering from madness.....all with in an instant.....But, possibly, she might survive...scarred, but...victorious...and with quite a few new tricks, up her sleeve/
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Both of Toguro's arms extended, palms facing outwards. Then, they moved to his front, one above the other, the palms pointing at each other. Almost as if mimicking the motion, Toguro's power started twisting, turning in spirals around the group, a tornado of raw power, flowing into ever more intricate shapes even as the flow lessens. It's like comparing a sledgehammer to a scalpel, and while the first has more force, the second is far more painful.

"Number 562: Absolute Isolator."

The energy flows into a sphere around Toguro and minx, a thin shell of power. And even as this happens, the lightning simply stops. It isn't blocked, it doesn't strike a wall, it simply stops manifesting. Minx's hair slowly begins to stand on end, as the electrical charge of the air rapidly increases. It took a moment for Minx and Darkside to realize that the 'shell' that had formed around them was a vacuum, through which no electricity could flow. Normally, the lightning was created by forming a positively charged zone and a negatively charged zone, electricity would flow from positive to negative. And yet, with no possible routes to the more negatively charged zone, the charge in the bubble just kept ramping up, soon growing beyond what Minx could control.

The good news, of course, was that Toguro's power wasn't coming in nearly as hard. "Ah, that was good. Building something that complex, with this much of my power being drained? You fight well, girl. I'm on my last reserves here, this is the first time I've had this much of my energy drained in a single fight. But I think this is where our fight's going to end. With you AND the invisible fellow." Toguro's head rotated 360 degrees, coming to face Minx, even as his arms turned similarly. As a golem, forged from magically animated rock, things like 'front', and 'back' made little difference. "All I've got left is 10 percent. But all I need to kill you right now is 1. If you've got any gods you believe in, make peace with them now, girl."

The sound of Toguro's arm moving backwards was like listening to an avalanche. A grating, deep sound, like a miniature avalanche. At one percent, Toguro's strength was that of a powerful human. However, even with that little strength, the sheer weight of his fists was enough to pound anyone to a pulp. "This is the end of the line for you or me, and I'm not dying tonight."