With a short shout, Mia flew through the metal wall. Seconds later she emerges unharmed, if rather annoyed. "Hey, hey, do I get to kill that one too?"

"Patience, dear." Cosmos smiles right back at the witch, although her seductive tendencies were wasted on him. Suffice to say females of his species were vastly different-looking from humans, and he found them all to look rather icky. Furthermore, his body had been dead for well over a week. Almost no disease was able to survive within his dead body, although the rot would set in far too easily if he allowed it. It was but a simple little spell that prevented his body from decaying around him. But with an even simpler spell, he merely redirected the air around his body, preventing the rotten breath from ever touching his skin. "I believe we'll need to have a talk, my dear. I have goals I wish to accomplish, and you might be most useful to me. Similarly, I hope to be of use in whatever scheme you may be brewing."

Clone troops covered all the exits, already preparing their weapons. Quite probably all of the base's security had been gathered in this particular location. Smiling, Mia raised an eyebrow as Logar seemed to switch sides nearly instantly. "Oh my. Logar, who knew you were such a pansy. Cosmos, may I?"

"Of course, dear. This would be rather inconvenient to us."

Mia raises both hands, even as the Clones begin to fire. She felt the wavelengths of those gathered souls, the sheer life force gathered in this room. She could feel the energy flowing through it, through all things, and she harmonized herself with it. Logar would feel, in that mere instant, a drastic change in the atmosphere. It was as if the air had turned to thick jelly, just for a microsecond, as Mia simultaneously resonated with every soul present. "Motherf*ckers go boom." White lightning arced through the air as screams echoed through the corridors of the clone base. They twitched and convulsed, blood exploding from every orifice. They then fell to the floor, dead before they hit the ground. Their internal organs had been liquefied.

"Now that that little ordeal is over, allow me to demonstrate to you how you're supposed to handle these situations. Pay close attention, and you might learn something important." Cosmos gestures, as a chain materializes around Ozzy's neck even as he tries to sneak away. With a sudden yank, he's sent sprawling across the floor. Should he resist, Mia would simply have hit him with another soular blast to quiet him down. "Mia. You know what to do...."

Mia crouched down besides Ozzy, as she retrieved a long, black scalpel from the folds of her robe. It was a familiar little thing with the capability to inflict permanent wounds. No healing magic or power could restore damage inflicted by this Cursed Blade, no regeneration would grant relief. The pain would not fade, as would be the case with other wounds, but would remain forever. "Now, aren't you a pretty face? See, you done something that's got my boyfriend in a stitch, and you know what? That kind of annoys me. I'm not even going to look at that picture, I'm just going to keep messing up your pretty little face until you tell me what it is. And then I'm going to keep removing bits you like until you undo it, starting with your dick." She gestures helpfully with the scalpel to the area she intended to remove, before she placed the tip above his left eye.