Zelriane parried the bladed staff upwards with the palm of his hand and struck forward. He was too fast to avoid in his original form, but his punch dealt more damage to his own hand in his weakened state, than it did to Zios. The man flipped backwards and landed several feet away. 

	[color=007236]"This fusion is permanent, then..."[/color] He mused. He dropped his fighting post and rested his posture, looking up towards Zios with a sudden calm. Though, earnestly, what swept him over was not a random swell of confidence or insanity, but amusement. He'd never though about it being necessary before. [color=007236]"Shaidra, [i]Fetch,[/i]"[/color] he whispered, as inaudibly as possible. Then he chuckled, hoarse enough that it quickly devolved into a coughing fit. [color=007236]"I have lost. You are, with all honesty, far stronger than anything we have come across before. But I will not simply lie down and accept my death. Instead, I think I'll take a note from my old friend's [i]idiotic[/i] notebook for once..."[/color] Zelriane took a few steps back shakily. [color=007236]"I can't believe I'm saying this, but..."[/color]

	Out of a cloud of smoke, a large mass of muscled flesh fell towards the ground. It was a torso, and a [i]head[/i], with shredded clothes, and stumps for arms.

	[center][h2][color=fff200]"FUCKING FUCK, FUCK ME THAT-"[/color][/h2][/center]

	It was Rajaka.

	[color=007236]"Do you want to see something... [i]Rad?[/i]"[/color]


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