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[color=a9a9a9]A jagged shard that once formed part of the rooftop crashed maliciously onto the man below. Octavio, his movements too slow and sluggish, was made a quick victim of the raw energy of magic and gravity centering on the top of his head. It shattered bone as if it were paper and greedily dug in his brain matter, instantly creating a burst of liquefied flesh out of the top half of his face. 

And then in a few seconds, he melted away. The illusion had been slain.

When cutting an apple, you usually focus on using your arms and not your legs. They´re there of course, but inactive and not something you´re even aware of. If airplanes existed in this world, the illusion that had just died would have very easily been described as being on "autopilot". Octavio and his second illusion were dealing the finishing blows to the cultist against them, and just like an apple, their opponent had quickly become a mess of red and exposed pale skin. The strange method of circling around the cultist relentlessly had even given the wounds a bit of a spiral formation. 

He had no time to control the illusion he sent sprinting after Chres nor really cared over its fate. Octavio flashed a grim smile at registering the feeling of a mental burden fading away and knew that it had perished without having to waste a second. In a way, it invigorated him even further. The thought that it could have been him had he expressed even a shred of genuine empathy toward his companions. 

[color=#dde0c7][i]A natural result of succumbing to foolishness.[/i][/color] He let out a small chuckle, revealing himself as the true Octavio. It didn´t matter anymore anyway, as his remaining illusion slammed his body onto their trembling foe and began hacking at it like an animal. It was a direct contrast to the more honorable fighting styles that his formally trained companions employed around him, a method of combat not studied but developed, out of survival and doing whatever needed to be done. Without getting his [i]own[/i] hands dirty, of course. [/color]