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Ivan was enraged beyond reason. He had so much pent up hate being directed at Kakra. That he could not see the girl, but instead a Witch who shared the same blood as his ancient enemy. He wanted to see that blood, but it seemed fate had other plans. Sasha had finished pouring her frustration and anger into an all-out attack. An all-encompassing light washing over the battlefield. Ivan could feel his body being struck all over by small blows of force. His body chipped and cracked in places, but held strong. His left ear broke off, having not been fully reformed yet, but The attack had seemed to be of little consequence. However, something felt wrong, very wrong. Ivan hadn't realized it at first, but the numbness his body had known for so long was starting to fade and was being replaced with a creeping since of pain that started in his chest and slowly spread throughout his body. 

Ivan had spent much of his time thinking about how to free himself and his family from their curse, but none at all thinking about what releasing his curse would mean for his body. Ivan had no issue with using his power to abuse his bodies malleable state. He would often reshape and mold it to better suit his needs. He had even changed it while fighting the troll adding stone to the gaps in his body and condensing it to further increase his durability. That stone was still there and he could now feel it. 

Ivan's body had become human again, but it wasn't ready for that change. Ivan dropped his hoe and collapsed to his hands and knees as blood began pouring from wounds all over his body. All of the cracks and chips in his body had become gaping wounds and cuts. His missing ear dripped blood across his face and he could taste iron in his mouth. His organs feared the worst as they were being torn apart by the stone trapped inside his body. His lungs were the only thing still intact having just been reformed so he could speak, but Ivan could not speak now. He could only scream at the agony he was in. His own heart could barely beat with rocks in the way and he was losing consciousness fast. This all happened in the few moments of Sahsa's attack, but to Ivan, it felt like an eternity. As the holy light faded the pain stopped. Ivan could hear the witches laughter as his body was mercifully petrified once more and darkness consumed his mind. 

In the darkness Ivan couldn't feel anything as all. His senses stripped away by the curse. In that darkness though, he heard a voice. His own voice asking a question him and important question, [color=7ea7d8]"Will you be stone for me?"[/color]

[color=7ea7d8]"No."[/color]  Ivan replied, [color=7ea7d8]"I hate being stone."[/color]

[color=7ea7d8]"You will fade away if you don't."[/color] the voice answered, [color=7ea7d8]"I ask again. Will you be stone for me? Will you be stone for them?"[/color]

Ivan wanted to refuse and will away all the pain, but he knew he couldn't. [color=7ea7d8]"I will...I will be stone for you for I must keep my promise."
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Ivan awoke as his senses slowly returned to him. His body twitching as his power granted it life once more. He had only been out for a moment, but he felt as stiff as he did the day he awoke from his centuries long nap. Ivan was back, but he wasn't in a field anymore. He was on a farm and as he looked upon his classmates he couldn't see them. His mind fractured he only saw the Witch and monsters standing in his way. He grasped his hoe tightly as he rose to his feet. The sickly red glow of his weapon seemed to accent the blood all over his body giving it the same luminescence. Ivan stared at through Alexei at Kakra as a subtle growl began building in his throat. That growl turned into a mighty battle cry as he raised his hoe and swung it like a bat. He cracked Alexei in the ribs, with the blunt side of his hoe, and sent him flying out of Kakra's grasp. He followed this up by raising his hoe high in the air and bringing it down onto Kakra. Hit or miss when the hoe strikes, the ground would shudder from the force and be torn asunder. A normal farming implement could never withstand such force, but it held stronger than any natural material as Ivan's power held it together. Ivan would follow up his swing by trying to tackle Kakra, intending to pin her to the ground. He intended to beat her to death just like he did to the first witch three centuries ago.