[center][h2]Arena Outskirts[/h2][/center]
[center][@Gentlemanvaultboy][/center]

The newcomer saved the multiplying cultist, but [i]another[/i] newcomer saved the two children, causing the tentacled cultist to focus on... Him? It? ...instead. He growled beneath his mask. His master had given him a gift! How could he fail!? No, he'd at least make some sort of statement. He would assist his masked brother to the best of his ability and then perhaps they could see to those brazen children if there was still time.

As Gilliam sunk his teeth into one cultist, he would suddenly find himself beset by the other's clones. They did not stab or punch or claw at him, they simply ran at him with no concern for their own safety and grabbed hold -- before pulling at their own masks to tear them off. Even with one hand, their grip was surprisingly strong.

Their master's gift was a valuable thing.


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Empowered by his master, his ability to multiply has ascended to new heights. Normally each clone is weaker than average, but now he is surged with demonic energy. Each clone increases his capacity for power, feeding it back into the survivors as each one falls. Thus, every subsequent wave of clones becomes steadily stronger than the last.
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[center][h2]The Arena[/h2][/center]
[center][@Gentlemanvaultboy][@RoflsMazoy][/center]

Reacting to the attack itself was nearly impossible, but Alto had to aim it first, so its trajectory was clear enough. He threw up his arm, the attack striking the back of his fist. It stung like a son of a bitch, penetrating his defenses and drawing blood, at it was better than letting it hit his vitals. With a growl, he then swung that fist around, spinning all the way until he faced King. The air seemed to fold in on itself along his arms path, then unraveling into a wave of force that surged out at Alto and King, throwing them away if they didn't get clear.

"Such gifted children..." He raised his hand to the sky, and the burning lightning began to surge above him once more, the veil fit to burst at any moment. "But do you know what it is to struggle and claw? To truly fight? I will teach you. Let us see if you survive to learn from this lesson!" They had potential, and so he knew that if he got the chance he must snuff them out. Suddenly, that same burning energy crawled across his fingers and he tore at the fabric of the world around him. What followed was no simple shockwave, but the whole arena trembled, the ground seeming to become rubber as it rippled.

Anyone caught in it would feel as if their teeth would shatter from the impact of it. Whoever was unfortunate to be closest to him when it was over would soon find the hulking man bearing down on them like a freight train.

He had to end this quickly, before the veil put itself back together.