[b]Lenier[/b]

The Daybreaker was pleased to see that his fire continued to work like always. the Tyrant might have regeneration, but so long as it bathed in blue flame it was taking on corruption as quickly as it could heal it off. Effectively they were in stasis, and the momentary free fall reinforced that notion of equilibrium. 

Well, up until the Tyrant was smashed away by a falling tree. He didn't have time to react to that though as he had an unfortunate encounter with gravity and the tons of rubble crashing down atop him. Needless to say, he did not emerge in one piece.

Silence descended over the debris field, the fight seemingly over. Slowly Lenier began to reassemble himself, regeneration returning flesh and bone, sinew and muscle, blood and other fluids. With a grunt he gasped back to life, shifting rubble off of himself as he forced his body upwards. "Haven't died like that in a while," he grunted to no one in particular. Nerima giggled in return, and he felt the ghost of a hand brush against his shoulder.

[i]'My poor hero,'[/i] she replied, her voice dripping with condescension. [i]'But that just makes the struggle so much better.'[/i]

Struggle she wanted, and he had no choice but to give it to her. Rubble went flying as he emerged from his crater, his body coated in dust and dirt. Turning around he found that the Tyrant had become a giant tree, growing higher and higher without limits. "Time for some pruning," he muttered as his torch lit with a blue flame. 

If it didn't know he was still around it soon would as he tossed a ball of fire at the Tyrant with a swing, moving to close the gap so he could douse it in a constant stream of fire. It had killed him, so it was only fair that he returned the favor.