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The shockwave emenated from the dying spire of shadow like the death throes of a beast, and though his robes were resistant to the magic that gave it its impetus, kinetic energy was still kinetic energy. It would not crush his shoulder, however. Corban may have been human, but no common variety. He was Escarian, and his DNA energized by pattern and therefore reinforced. The force skipped the mage several feet like a pebble on water before he slid with both feet to a stop that left size 15 deep canals in the earth. No matter, this would serve him well, he needed to reposition to the center anyway. 

Mid-flight, Corban grasped the two leftover diamonds he pocketed earlier and crushed them into a fine dust. They scattered in exact angles and proportions as they fell, thus completing the circuit. She would find out its purpose shortly. Corban stood, clenching his left hand into an impossibly tight fist, bubbling metal and floating particles revolving about another. 

As for his diamond trap, it was insulated against magic, but the metaphysical components were sloppy in the speed he needed to perform the forming operation at. This would sacrifice their magic-insulation, and would ultimately allow her to escape with some minimal effort. He wanted her to. However, it wouldn't break for a few more moments. That meant he still had time. Time that he was behooved to use.

Clouds blocked the sun overhead, and the wailing spirits of the dead moaned and groaned as they stitched themselves to mismatching corpses. He knew this magic, and it all suddenly clicked. The shadows were more than likely a byproduct of her manipulation over death or life energies. That explained why she didnt need natural shadow. This was necromancy. His milky crimson eyes glared with intensity at the coming hoards.

If someone were to behold the great disjunction that encompassed the field, they may have thought Corban the Saviour, wielding his sword like the Word of God in the face of a clangorous, colossal wave of armageddon's captured souls. Potentially hundreds of charred and broken corpses charged for him like a scene stolen straight from Revelations. It certainly looked enough like Armageddon.

For Darquesse, it may as well have been.

He placed his diamond sword on his back as though it belonged there and drew Ishtalle from his side, edge refracting rainbow ribbons. The bubble metal and flinch particles coallesced over her body as he stabbed her into the ground.

"So you think staying outside of my range is the way to victory?" The wound in the earth snaked verdure tendrils up the blade, accompanied by a light and fluffy aerogel. All the components had been gathered. A single flash of electricity heralded the transmutation, and the chocolate-haired mage now held a pearl-faced beam cannon the size of his body across and as tall and then some. "It isn't."

Its around this time his diamond shell broke, exploding the earth about the she-mage, creating a consequent hole that bore her in its womb. Target acquired. Now the she-mage would learn the extent of the powers of the esteemed guardian Corban. A sudden outlined flash of light radiated from a gigantic spell circle formed of tiny diamond shards that stretched sixty feet in all directions. Had she not thought it strange that all of his attacks so far were diamond loaded, and wide-arched for maximum spread? From his first barrier, to the carbon explosive. The fact she destroyed his probably 200 pound+ diamond prison only spread the shards further and empowered the circle from within.

For the last while now, the crystals have been phase-transitioning to trap light within them. That would explain the off and on glints. Upon activation, that light would be converted into raw energy to power the disjunction in the form of a pulse that would create a monstrously wide magical dead zone. Needless to say, she was well within that dead zone. Her spirits were washed over by the pulse and all but atomized into glittering incomprehensible shades that fades into nothing, leaving shadow pictures burned into the earth.

This of course applied to Corban as well - But it would not apply to his beam cannon-. He felt the sting of something plugging his magic, but that same sting would be the witch's ruination.

He transmuted high energy earth colloids into high energy matter. Superconducting magnets. The aerogel was a hyper efficient liquid cooling system. The chassis? The Flinch particles and bubble metal. 

Magic forged  + Mundane Operation = High powered EMP blaster immune to magical dispels! The magnetic spectrum was enough to deflect most forms of energy, magic at the height of that list. He leveled the cannon using his other arm to support the wait. The cannon fired laced Master Chief green lasers of pure electromagnetic force that would sear air, earth, and body alike. Trapped in a hole, cut off from her magic, and in a clear path for the beam, this fight should be over in a blink.

[i]And the people said that on that day, a magnificent light of justice shined from  their savior and obliterated the darkness.[/i]

[hider=Important notes]I have been prepping this the whole fight, and several posts ago i explained this to the rp's GM for verification and for record-keeping purposes.[/hider]