[h2]Phocas Amyntas[/h2]
[sup]Intersection of 5,6 &12[/sup]
As the lunarian gaped at Phoc's choice of weapon, Phoc couldn't help but smile at how easily the illusory world was crumbling. It made sense that a blade forged in part from old discarded remnants of the Moon Lord would be proficient in carving through it's minions illusions after all. Still, he hadn't cut her, or most likely [i]it[/i], yet, so he ought to keep swinging.

The monster regained its senses and fired a light magical barrage at Phoc, which he dodged with the help of his wings, which sprouted out from his robes behind his body. Landing again quickly, he realized there were now three of them, charging at him. More seemed to split off, surrounding him even from above. They began showering him in magic, some even charging at him to engage personally, a bad idea with such a powerful blade at his side. Still, he was getting peppered with bullets and all the summoned stars falling and bursting into light made it hard to see. Even if they weren't lethal (they were meant simply as a distraction, after all) they still hurt.

But he had used illusions before too, and the Heretic knew just how to get around them. Taking out a gun of his own, Phoc mowed down a decent amount of the illusory rabbits with a single clip. This allowed him a quick enough respite to cast his spell. Throwing the Uzi onto the ground and grabbing his Tome, blindly slashing in an attempt to defend himself while he did so, Phoc roughly thumbed the book open. [color=0054a6]"Signum quærit!"[/color] he read from it, and a giant spinning disc of water sprung from the spellbook, and launched itself straight up at Reisen's floating form. Phoc's gazed followed the magic water as it seaked out it's prey.