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"You'd be amazed at the sort of things mortals can accomplish if they put their minds to it" stephen remarks with a small smirk, his seemingly small form compared to the daemon prince looking almost like a child before a god as, in many cases, this was exactly the situation this pairing would be experiencing. Yet stephen's confidence and smirk never seemed to waver even as the prince's sword comes withing milimeters of his body near constantly, there being a case of literal no room for error in this particular fight while the field of nothing began to crack and shift, almost like something where coming forth from a cocoon of some sort, stephen's guns having long since been put away once this engagement began. The prince begins to notice the cracks, his first attempt at making use of it resulting in his sword slowing by three miliseconds for a small period, which would normally not be noticable or even noteworthy, but at such a high level of skill and power being displayed and required for this fight, it was begining to send up red flags as his psyche was slipping the longer he attempted to try and break the cracks completely like trying to corrupt a black hole. Should he try and stop, he'd find his speed and strength returning almost imediately, the cracks in the null slowly growing on their own, but should he continue his attempts, he could feel more and more of himself slipping away to the nothingness, his speed and strength dropping by normally imeasurable amounts, but the cracks opening up faster, the null slipping away to the well of whatever creature lay beneath