[quote=thewizardguy]
((Sorry for not replying to you earlier.))As Mithias slashes at the host of souls, his blade seems to glance past one. The souls should have been devoured, and yet, it seems to be too solidly attached to this world. Of course, that was only possible for the souls of living beings, solidly attached to corporeal forms, which would need to be struck in order to damage the soul. But here, high in the sky, there was nothing corporeal it could be attached to, air was far too moldable to hold something as complex as a soul. So what.....A glimpse, a flash. That was all. Had Mithias not possessed vampiric senses, it would have been impossible to see, even this slight glance. However, just for an instant, it had seemed as if the very air had reflected a ray of light. It was strange and confusing, and impossible above all. Was his opponent invisible, perhaps a swarm of invisible objects? Could it have hidden itself from his senses to make attacking it nearly impossible? Or, of course, it could just be small. Really, really, really small.As Mithias realized it, he simultaneously realized that the slight zooming that had marked the Host's presence was not that of magical energy. it wasn't the crackling of lightning, or any form of magic at all. It was the soft humm of billions upon billions of microscopic engines, floating through the air. Nanobots, machines made so tiny, they were the perfect host for such a large amount of souls. Each was only the size of a grain of sand, nearly impossible to detect with even vampiric eyes, and even harder yet to attack physically. This wasn't some kind of mystical entity, it was the product of mad science. But whomever built this abomination would have to have access to a large number of souls, as well as being an expert on Soular Physics. It could only be......Goddamnit. Stein did this. And he probably did it on purpose.During this prolonged batch of thought, the pressure of intruding thoughts had been nearly constant, as the strange war machine attempted to perform it's psychic attacks. As impossible to penetrate as ever, Mtihias' mental sheilds held fast. This left both sides at an impasse, an immovable object struck by an unstoppable force. While Mithias would have a hard time harming this foe, 5 couldn't use it's main method of attack either. As such, it only logically followed that one of the two was going to have to adapt to the situation.Billions of tiny machines formed together, miniaturised mechanisms interlocking, magnetic fields holding them in place as they formed ever more complex structures. Synthetic muscle and skin, covering a metal skeleton. A nexus of electrical impulses, mimicking the human brain, focused through soular energy. Organs replaced with energy reserves and storage areas, wiring, as well as additional stability enhancers. It was somehow both a strange and beutiful sight, seeing this recreation of the human body, as if performed by invisible hands. It became far more disturbing when Mithias realized what was truly happening. Even as the skin was molded by the muscles, and a second layer of mimicked clothing was formed outside the main body, it became increasingly obvious that Mithias was looking at a copy of himself, at least physically.Two large wings extended from the clone's back, feathers replaced by miniature engines, propelling the structure upwards with soular energy. Long metal ribs kept them together, like the bastardized child of science and religion. A large katana formed the clone's visible arsenal, it's blade covered in intricate carvings. Soular energy crackled over it's edge, and it was clear this was more than a simple sword, honing the raw energy of soular resonance to an edge. It's stance was uncertain, it wasn't quite used to this body, perhaps. Or maybe it was simply mirroring Mithias' own current uncertainty, echoing his actions as it did his form. It's expression, however, was blank. Absolutely neutral, inhumanly so, in fact. Almost like looking into the eyes of a dead man.Silent, for a moment, it just floated there, like a silent reflection in a still pond. Except this particular reflection had wings. And a katana. Also, it most likely wanted to kill you. So a very suspicious pond, which most likely contained illegal substances. Or Gabriel was just up to his usual shit, and had convinced some poor moron to undergo plastic surgery, just for a practical joke.Then, Number 5 charged, shooting forward, blade raised for a clumsy overhead strike.
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Sorry for the long quote. Blame Wiz.

Mithias watched as the nanobots took form, making the realization that each individual nanobot hosted a soul, and that these souls were somehow captured by Stein and forced into this construct. He hovered, his black leathery wings doing a good job of keeping his body very still. There was no reason to attack yet, but there was much to learn, and so he watched patiently, like an honorable opponent while his enemy prepared. 

The vampire frowned as he saw what form the microscopic robots had collectively decided to take. They were mirroring him as much as mocking him. A poor choice really, since Mithias was the ultimate expert at being himself. Still, regardless of what physical shape the nanobots took, the fact remained that the souls they contained were presumably innocent. Feeding them to his demon blade had to be avoided on moral principle, unless it became the only way to stop #5. 

Mithias initially hovered in place as the attack began. He noted the speed of his enemy, the body position, the fact that they were both ariel and unable to use anything but their wings to change direction or to accelerate. It was slow up here. The mimic body also wasn't showing a solid coordination in its limbs, but it may have been holding back on that first attack. 

At the last moment, Mithias dodged aside. A titanium alloy blade smashed its edge into the structure of the nanobots' left wing, crushing a few of the tiny mechanical units as it cut. The demonblade had vanished. Making sure to disallow himself any vulnerability, Mithias kept clear of any retaliating strikes and dropped like a stone to the ground. Now, he wanted to see if Number 5 could coordinate that pair of legs.