Alvios didn't hesitate. Apparently, he was being quite honest on the quip about his mental stability, and cut through the clones of Cilia in front of him that Jenso hadn't battered down. The name of the game had just changed, and he had better things to focus on than his own mental trauma; the universe was at stake, after all. The present, the fight, his brothers-in-arms and the destruction of his enemies were the things that mattered.

     As well as Dacer going feral. He recalled that Jenso had mentioned One With Nature before, but this was completely different. And recalling the last time Jenso had used the form against him... it was time to kick things up a notch. He retreated back towards Jenso, features vanishing under a white veil as his body was coated in Ki, eight swords spreading behind him like a halo; the form he had taken that nearly put him on-par with the Golden Hero.

     [color=mediumorchid]"You all seem to have names for these forms... I think I'll call mine [b]Lightforge.[/b] Now then, the important part!"[/color] Alvios landed next to Jenso, and looked over at his friend. Despite the lack of facial features, it could be sworn that there was an extra-bright glint in his eye.

     [color=mediumorchid]"Jenso! Light me on fire! As much as you can spare!"[/color]