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In the instant that the freezing aura made contact with his opponent, something abruptly strange happened as if the universe had suddenly been rewritten. For some reason, the Force Barrier that had been manifested at the start of the match to fend off those bothersome alien particles had just seemingly ceased to exist outright. This was no doubt the will of some higher power at work behind the scenes, likely the same forces running the tournament that had zapped him into this location in the first place.

Regardless, that annoyance could be bitched about over a cold drink once this was over. Considering he was still confined to this arena, that likely meant his adversary was still alive. Go figure. At this point what with everything else that had happened, the notion that his foe could likewise survive being turned into a frozen popsicle wouldn't really surprise the Narrian, those crimson eyes still blaring brightly with a killer mentality.

The reality of their situation was that Dias wasn't trapped in here with this creature. It was trapped in here with him. Damn good thing it was durable too, because this Final Boss was about to be turned into his personal punching bag. This onslaught was far from over so long as it insisted on clinging to whatever fleeting life still remained.

Though the radiant shield was gone, in its place now stood a rather imposing wall of ice that had formed to lockdown the mass of Dread Particles which had previously gathered around the surface area of his barrier earlier. Assuming the particles outside couldn't just magically permeate solid matter, it would likewise serve just as well at keeping them out of his personal space for the moment. Not like he would need it, though. The very instant the barrier vanished, one of the eight weapons which had taken up a defensive position swiftly moved and was already bridging the gap between his field and the surrounding wall, maintaining contact with the diamond tip managing to pierce an inch deep. By the time his opponent's frozen shell hit the floor, practically the entire interior layout of the open air chamber had been encased in the same creeping ice with there never having been any attempt to prevent its spread. Still. A highly effective trap. And every inch of it was comprised of Ether...

Whatever his opponent might have been planning, Dias wasn't kind enough to actually give them any sort of reprieve, several of his floating Greatswords lining up to form a protective wall in front of himself as his assault resumed without hesitation. Before the creature's body would even be allowed to come to a full rest upon the frozen floor, the energy residing within the ice was triggered with but a mere thought carried through the sword and into the mass of ice, starting a chain reaction centered at two opposite points. What resulted was a series of tremendous explosions within the arena as the thick layers of ice coating the ground and ceiling of the porch section began to simultaneously ignite with enough raw destructive force that one would think there was a damn earthquake. Good thing the colosseum could handle it.

The explosions weren't focused directly on top of the monster, but rather were set further out and positioned expertly so as to avoid them getting too out of control and obliterating everything in sight. Each explosion served to double the accumulating payload of lethal pressure being generated, blazing a trail leading right to Xavier so as to deliver what would be the final blow packing an obscene amount of force that would sandwich the living icecube between a collison of bombs causing it to either shatter the fiend into a zillion tiny pieces, mangle and rip apart the body into an unrecognizable frozen corpse or at the very least turn its brains into jelly and liquefy the internal organs, assuming it even had those.

The blasts would make impact in about roughly half of those 2 seconds that his foe would spend bouncing in place, interrupting any sort of scheme there might have been in the works. For whatever reason, the creature still had failed to erect any kind of defensive measure despite how wide open and vulnerable it was in the present state which would prove to be its last and final mistake...

[b]Epitaph.[/b]