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The man in the suit's charge was suddenly interrupted by a shower of ceiling debris raining down on him. Reverio's light had cut all the way through the first floor ceiling and into the second, so the debris seemed to just keep coming. One might have even noticed an entire computer desk and filing cabinet falling down onto the man.

For a moment, it almost seemed like the battle was won. A few hundred pounds of wood, sheetrock, concrete, and metal had just toppled down on the man's head.

Then... shadow's began to seep out of the cracks and crevices of the mound in front of them. Then, the mound began to shrink, as if being drawn inward. Before long, it was all gone with the man in the suit left before them, covered head-to-toe in shadows. The shadowy armor then receded, leaving only his hands dripping with them.

The blood dripping down his brow suggested he'd been caught off guard at first, and he was down on one knee, breathing heavily. Reverio's light had slowed his shadows down, though at the same time, the pile of debris had given him the darkness he'd needed to recover... kind of. The damage had been done.

He snarled and then threw his arms forward, his shadows suddenly regurgitating some of the debris he'd just absorbed in a shotgun spray of rock and metal. Afterward, his arms fell slack to his sides, the man looking more and more exhausted as the head-trauma began to catch up to him.

For a moment, there was thus a lull in the battle.

The moment was soon broken by a man clearing his throat. They would see that the door to the room was now open with Dr. Nightman himself standing in the doorway.

"I must hand it to you children. You're quite tenacious. Especially you, Mr. Galand; I dare say I underestimated you." He walked into the room, standing just behind the man in the suit.

"Sir, I-"

"Be quiet," Nightman told him harshly, placing a hand on his shoulder. The man's eyes unfocused and all his shadows dissolved away. A moment later, however, the shadow's returned, flowing from Nightman's hands to crawl over his subordinate's body, then spreading across the floor beneath him.

Then, suddenly, the man was sucked into the void, leaving them alone with Nightman.

"It would seem I have to pick up where he left off, but no matter. This will soon be over," Nightman said, adjusting his glasses as he did so. "However, three against one doesn't seem fair."

With that, his skin seemed to stretch, as if something was trying to force its way out from inside. Then it almost seemed like the man was about to split in half before finally "it" broke free and before them were [i]two[/i] Nightmans.

Suddenly, [i]both[/i] turned their heads toward Chinami, "You're a quick girl, Chinami. I wonder..." Both lifted their hands, one finger outstretched, though at slightly different angles.

A moment later, Chinami might be able to calculate that he was actually pointing past her... and in that moment two thin beams of light were fired past her, aimed to pierce through Ken.