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[sup][@Ariamis][@Asuras][@Shifter_Master][@Majoras End][@BrokenPromise][/sup][/center]
Braces? She wore a gas mask because she had [i]braces[/i]? Endsinger wasn’t sure what to think for a moment there. Thankfully, everyone else did the thinking for her.

Viva’s fangs found little resistance as they clamped over the back of the lich-singer’s neck. Immediately, the caustic spit melted pale flesh and bone, an intense umami flavor coating the monstrous girl’s tongue in an explosion of gustatory delight. No blood seeped from the wound, but what could one expect, really, when eating someone that was long past their expiration date? Neither Ascendancy girl opted to respond or even react to Viva’s presence, and perhaps that was for the better: by the time FanFan’s magic had triggered, Endsinger’s head was already hanging to the rest of her body by mere strands of flesh.

[i]Pop![/i]

The sudden expansion of metal, beyond tearing apart Leena’s lips, squashing her nose up, and knocking her own teeth in, also had the effect of flat-out tearing Endsinger’s loosely-connected head right off, a point-blank impact that shot her right in the path of Dawn’s greatsword. The massive blade had finally met its mark, and with a soul-rending clang, smashed through the blacksteel circlet the lich wore around her head. Within the Nullification Field, it was impossible to tell whether such an item held any magical significance at all, but the physical effect was apparent. Endsinger’s last defensive item was sliced in half by the pale adjudicator, and her head, the back now sporting a deep gash, slammed back into the metal blocks to bounce off out of the Field.

The moment that head did, the four Feral clones waiting outside the boundary went for the meal. While those three magical girls remained within that anti-magic space, they’d have to be patient, but free food was free food! In seconds, the head was devoured, leaving not even a spectral scrap, and inside the field, the headless, skewered body of the lich slumped, collapsing in a motionless heap. The electrified strings of her guitar disappeared, the pulsating green light that expelled from the rubble heap faded into nothingness, and the ominous, dramatic clouds overhead…remained ominous, because summoned clouds don’t just go away instantly.
Though clones of Feral still thrived within the ghostly masses, filling the area with bloodlust and hunger, what hype persisted in the area was soon drained, a sensation that Celia felt like an ice bucket tossed down her back. The revenants, ghouls, spirits, poltergeists, haunters, all that had made the trip weren’t satisfied with the suddenly-cancelled concert, but, well, what can they do, huh? Slowly, like the ebbing of the tide, the phantasmal audience began to drift off. The performance was over, but it wasn’t as if they were going to be doing anything else fun with their eternity, after all. Spooking humans was only fun up until the sixth decade, after all.

Of course, entertainment was the last thing Viva had to worry about.

Being the neckbiter, after all, she had been the one displaying her own neck conveniently for Dawn’s executing blow, and considering Dawn’s penchant for not holding back?

Yikes, good luck, girl, cause you’re next.

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[sup][@Crusader Lord][@PlatinumSkink][@BrokenPromise][/sup][/center]
Gross. It was certainly gross, being baked by laser energy as undead flesh swamped all over them, but for the sake of attaining victory, Amaryllis endured it. Within that flesh-burning hell, she breathed, and within the terror of stasis before monstrous strength, she breathed. One second. Two seconds. Three. Four. Five.

The Knight of Rose will no longer stand the existence of such a monster, of a wretched being so obsessed with immortality that it no longer had even a human form.

[color=778899][i]“Witness, ancients languishing upon ye ruined thrones.”[/i][/color]

Her Sword stirred, then stilled, all its focus centered on a singular moment.

[color=778899][i]“My brilliance shall eclipse all that that have come before me.”[/i][/color]

Her Soul roared, then calmed, years of wrath compressed for the sake of one strike.

[color=778899][i]“Umbral…”[/i][/color]

Mariette suffused the world with light once more, Sophia a valiant silhouette as she smashed through bony carapace and knotted flesh.

[color=778899][i]“…Bloo[/i][b]OOORRRAAAGGGHH!”[/b][/color]

The rage intoxicates! Surging through her veins, the entirety of the tragically beautiful world spread out before her scarlet eyes! Her heart burst out of her chest, reformed, then burst again, cyclical destruction and regeneration, as they all turned to rust. The ivy buds, the silver chains, the rusted petals, every scrap of magic reduced to a fine red mist as the Sword-Demon roared, senses hypertuned to the entire world, to the blazing torch of magical energy that gave Billy his existence. It didn’t matter now, even if her skin were flayed off her body, even if her eyes and ears were torn at by crows. Great, obsidian horns sprouted from her head, still dripping with blood, and that same blood dyed her own hair wine-red. It was all in the blood, all in the rage, all for this instance of evisceration.

And that beautiful Sword, her Silverlight that reflected the flower of one’s own heart, was gone. In its place was a dull, monstrous cleaver, fused with the Sword-Demon’s arm. It rattled now, the maw of a living being that sought to devour everything. The Behemoth was a snack. The Vestige of Soth was a disappointment. What was Billy though?

[i]Something that could regenerate, something that could feed for much more than its size alone.[/i]

Mariette had suffused the world in her burning light, and Amaryllis had become the shadow of its afterglow, tearing through space with animalistic ferocity, straight towards the armored lich. A guttural growl reverberated in her throat, and as she thrust out her cleaver, the weapon burst open like six petals of a blooming flower, before closing down upon Billy.

It swallowed him whole, and the cleaver-maw began to writhe, grind, twist, digesting the monster within. Tenderized by Hilaria, cooked by Mariette, chopped up by Sophia.

Certainly, a wonderful meal.