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It was a pain, of course. 5 felt the peace enveloping him, even as Leeroy sucked the magic out of him. Normally, in this state of power, such attempts would be futile. But Leeroy was buying power with his own life, spending the very magic that kept him animate in order to empower this attack. It was a suicide strike, and - to 5's great annoyance - it was working. Of course, he couldn't allow that. Even as the roots grew around him, his body began to break apart into a cloud of nanobots. If he wasn't stopped, he would escape from Leeroy's grip and as such make his sacrifice pointless.

Cosmos stepped back as Clayman rushed at him again. He waved his hand, and the lava animated beneath him, a golem forming instantly and standing between them. It was hastily constructed, but even as it flowed from the pits on an interception course, it was growing in stability, it's movements becoming more rapid and coordinated. Each arm formed into a hammer of half-molten rock, blazing with heat as flames flickered along it's edges.

And as a series of hardened clay spikes struck Cosmos in the shoulder it fell apart, reduced once more to a puddly.

Cosmos fell back, screaming, wings flapping as he desperately attempted to use them for flight. Unfortunately for him the wings of an angel were mostly decorative - without magic they didn't hold the power to lift the humanoid form. And the spikes that even now were embedded into his flesh were messing with his magic, a cold numbness spreading around the impact points.

The clayman closed in on his opponent, several attempts at fireballs and lightning bolts simply singing his 'skin', if you could call it that. The blade was raised, ready to strike down. One of the two Supports who granted the Omegans their much-needed versatility, and prevented their powerhouses from falling. Cosmos was helpless.

Of course, it was then that Clayman noticed the scalpel placed at his neck. The thin blade seemed to shimmer, and as his through touched it, he could feel it singe his soul. This blade was unique, a very special piece of work. Imbued with special powers many years ago by a madman, a weapon that can only be used by those who have mastered Soular manipulation. And it would kill Clayman, if it ever got the chance to slice him. This weapon was one of the few that could.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that, darling. I know, he's full of himself. But just for the moment, I need him."

The shadows parted, as the last member of the Omegans was revealed. Tall and slender, she smiled as she held the blade, bright green eyes framed by pale skin and black hair. A long black dress, which seemed to blend around her form like living shadow. A strange, cut-throat elegance, with eyes filled with infinite cruelty.

Smiling, Mia tore the blade across the Clay Man's throat, as he felt his legs to numb and fell to the ground. Not a lethal wound, but he wouldn't be able to move his legs for a while.

"You just sit down there, alright? Don't worry, I won't kill you. I have better things planned."