[hider=How Easy Glass Cannons Fracture] Overconfidence. Overestimation. Boundaries, so easily overstepped in anger, blinding and complete. Drained of most of her Mana, Chuunitrixx felt an unfamiliar sensation of [[i][b]Mana Burn[/b][/i]] overwhelm her, and take her focus from razor-sharp to a butter knife. If she had even a fraction of the usual, she would have been able to teleport away from the massive serpent that slammed into her chest -- the reptile summon wasn't just aimed at her chest, but targeting it; burrowing in and seeking out something. Chuunitrixx's eyes widened, as her chest split open, revealing her Treasure Chest, as the snake battered through her lock, and sank its fang deep into her Slime Core; the impacts of the fangs sending dozens of spidering cracks along the globular surface, and injecting poison into her True Heart. Screaming, Chuunitrixx threw her arms into her chest, as she staggered backwards, and shrugged to pull it off, as her body struggled not to go into anaphylaxis. It was hooked in deep, however, and she wasn't physically inclined. Hyperventilating, Chuunitrixx struggled, as she pulled with all the strength she could muster; however, her right arm was barely pulled with even a tenth of her paltry strength, and her left arm wasn't able to make up the slack. This was the gulf of power between them. Her very best had gone into her shots, and yet, they had made almost no difference. All she could do was watch, eyes wide with terror, and taking everything about her in, as Morgan approached her. [i]Morgan was beyond her, and [b]she was going to die.[/b][/i] [center]"[color=ebaf4c]There's one option out of this. Become a monster, insatiable.[/color]"[/center] Chuunitrixx groaned, as her eyes flared a blinding gold, and teeth as thick as the pommel of a claymore ejected from the rim of her Treasure Chest, "[color=ebaf4c][b]Devour.[/b][/color]" At the mental command, the sniper pulled her left arm to her side, and, suddenly, slammed her fanged Treasure Chest shut -- her right arm would disappear up to her elbow in a bloody mess. The sheer force of the ultimate ambush predator sheared through the snake, as easily as it did itself, and the snake's last action was to exert all the pressure of its jaws upon her Slime Core, and shatter it; however, it didn't have the proper life force to direct its brain power in that effort, so it merely chipped the core -- a grievous injury, but survivable. Chuunitrixx, however, was, effectively, in the middle of a heart attack and exsanguination from an amputated limb that was beyond repair. She needed to be moved, hospitalized, and under a knife to remove her right arm and get her Greater Doppelganger heart beating again before she died from blood loss, heart failure, or both. Needless to say, she was in danger. A danger that sent flags up through Enderall, and triggered a deep exhale from the rooftop. "[color=chocolate][i]Haaaa...[/i] [color=white][[i][b]Soul Shatter[/b][/i]][/color], [color=white][[i][b]Malignant Pulse[/b][/i]][/color], [color=white][[i][b]Dark Pulse[/b][/i]][/color], [color=white][[i][b]Boreal Winds[/b][/i]][/color], [color=white][[i][b]March of the Rime[/b][/i]][/color], [color=white][[i][b]Magnetic Inversion[/b][/i]][/color], [color=white][[i][b]Starlight[/b][/i]][/color], [color=white][[i][b]Haunt of the Gemini[/b][/i]][/color], [color=white][[i][b]Triple Maximize Gravity Well III[/b][/i]][/color], [color=white][[i][b]Triple Maximize Wail of the Banshee[/b][/i]][/color]. Formulate and Create Ammo: [color=white][[i][b]The Theory of Cataclysm[/b][/i]][/color]...[/color]" Lying across the rooftop, Socrates slapped a bullet into her Mimicry of Black Knight Londo, and loaded a Blackhole laden with a lot of pulling and dazing for Crowd Control, Cold and Dark Magic for Magic Damage, three spells for Demoralization, and a hyped up Instant Death spell. It would spread and swallow everything and everyone that didn't escape in time; to her, that was a non-issue, as she would teleport down, and teleport Chuunitrixx out. The rest were left to their own devices. "[color=chocolate]I shouldn't have let you go out there...[/color]" Socrates cursed herself for negligence, as she pulled the trigger. "[color=chocolate]I won't repeat that mistake.[/color]" It would have only taken a fragment of a second for the bullet to reach. But a fragment of a second was plenty of time for someone who had no need of time at all. Sightless, breathless, motionless, time stood at a crawl as Ratta’s spear ever so slightly caught the bullet that Socrates had launched, delicately flicking her wrist to have the bullet’s trajectory lead into the sky, far out of any reach of any living being. Standing motionless before the statue frozen in Socrates’ image, the timekeeper’s clock ticked on as her MP gradually drained, before the sound of the evening bell would arrive, heralding time’s continual march. "[color=chocolate]How quaint. Betrayed by the wet nurse,[/color]" Socrates says, as her panelling spun; casting off her Dopple of Chuunitrixx, and settling back into her Prime Form. "[color=chocolate]Why would you stand in my way,[/color]" she asks, panels going blank, like sculptor's clay, as her eyes took in Ratta; from her appearance data to her character data. Ratta could hear faint whispers in her ears, in her mind, as Socrates sifted her memories; doppling her, as only a Greater Doppelganger could. "[color=chocolate]Are you no longer aligned, or simply foolish?[/color]" There was a pause before Ratta moved or even reacted, blood streaming down her eyes as the data that Socrates received came in, revealing just how far into the red that Ratta was in mana, to the point that more than half of her physical health was missing. It was likely that any further casting would kill her if done, a slight smile on her lips as she looked at Socrates. [color=B5FFFC][b]”I am aligned to Bandersnatch. Chuunitrixx is part of Bandersnatch. As are you. But, so is everyone else,”[/b][/color] Ratta said, looking down at where Chuunitrixx had been, the mimic already vanished, spirited away by Ratta with her first time stop. The second had come to stop the bullet from arriving. With a bit of mental math, Socrates would immediately be able to tell that the mere act of saving Chuunitrixx had already exhausted her mana with Time Stop, a spell beyond her level even with the Chronomancer class. And to do it a second time was the equivalent of severing a limb to cast it. [color=B5FFFC][b]”Everything...will be alright…”[/b][/color] she stated, suddenly embracing Socrates as her eyes grew glassy, exertion starting to cause her health to drop further. [color=B5FFFC][b]”I will...make sure you are okay…”[/b][/color] she said, trembling as she stood. Socrates looked at her, and smirked. "[color=chocolate]I'll never wash this blood out... [color=white][[i][b]Time Stop[/b][/i]][/color]... [color=white][[i][b]Maximize Heighten Red to Blue[/b][/i]][/color]... [color=white][[i][b]Realign Soul[/b][/i]][/color]... [color=white][[i][b]Triple Maximize Heal Critical Wounds[/b][/i]][/color]... [color=white][[i][b]Time Unwind[/b][/i]][/color]... [color=white][[i][b]Haste[/b][/i]][/color]... [color=white][[i][b]Temporal Displacement[/b][/i]][/color]... Now, one last touch...[/color]" Socrates flicked Ratta's nose, as time resumed, "[color=chocolate]Leave suicidal casting to those that can die without consequence...[/color]" In the blink of an eye, Socrates has brought Ratta back to full Health and Mana by exchanging her own with "Red to Blue" to turn her health into magic to heal the Chronomancer, and cast a 75% Evasion Buff on to her, while removing the pre-existing Debuffs from her little stunt. As a result, Socrates was able to simultaneously pay back her debt, assure the living defense system didn't bite it, and flex a little -- all at the low, low cost of ending with 0 HP and 0 MP. Literally, the scolding flick and following state culminated in the Mimic turning to clay, and collapsing in a heap of mannequin-like parts; destined to regenerate at some point. Ratta was taken by surprise as her nose was flicked, her head rolling off her shoulders, barely caught from falling off the building by her body leaning back to catch it. [color=B5FFFC][b]”...Just because you can, does not mean you should…”[/b][/color] the Chronomancer grumbled. Even without her Time Stop, she was still insanely fast, running down the building and keeping a hand atop her head to keep it from falling off, heading back to the midst of the fight to keep Morgan occupied while Butterfly worked his plan to defeat her.[hr]With dialogue from [@The Irish Tree] [/hider]