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Marianne's words were the only ones that seemed to come through clearly in Thomas' mind, all other noise but a muffled haze in his ears. Hearing them meant nothing though if the boy wasn't listening to them, and he wasn't. As the grip of the Eyes took hold on him further his mind became more single-focussed, his actions gradually more instinctive and animalistic in nature. All emotion seemed numbed and sapped from the boy's face, save for one of intense rage that fazed in and out of his countenance.

He stared blankly as the image of Nephy's father built itself up before the boy, an armoured giant standing in Thomas' way, Nephuna's own guard armed with a deadly looking naginata. It was proportionately large, with a length that put Thomas' glaive to shame in comparison, but the strength of the plated mammoth was more than enough to make up for that cumbersome side. Even the Eyes weren't expecting it: quick slicing strikes that dented the very ground they came into contact too, creating little quakes in their wake that shook the earth around them. If you could call it earth, or even ground, at this point. And though Thomas was fast with his dodging, shimmering around those quick yet heavy blows, he wasn't precise enough, and soon enough even the Eyes struggled to keep up as swing after swing descended relentlessly upon the boy. Eventually though, they'd had enough.

A sharp glow screamed out from those golden irises, as the power and influence of the Eyes grew further. Suddenly, the blows stopped. Not even Thomas realised how at first. He stood there, frozen for a moment, blood beginning to flow from a newly gained slash wound around one of his shoulders, before panning those cold eyes upwards. An arm was raised up above his head. His arm, but different. It had morphed, around halfway down his forearm, a veil of darkness layering itself over it, gradually enlarging and growing out more and more as it got down to his wrist, until it formed a giant hand of shadow, a hand that now gripped the naginata as it was mid-swing, gripping tight and holding it suspended there in an incredible display of strength. It was almost creature-like, slightly claw shaped with little particles of darkness flickering off and around it, before reuniting with the others in the conglomerate of shadow.

The Eyes were impetuous as ever though, and especially as they sensed a dangerous power building Nephuna they desired to push for their host to annihilate the spectre quickly and get to their fused target. A little more power and the boy would be able to tear through with ease before any harm could come to him. To them. But something deep within the young Violet prevented them from doing that. Their influence had suddenly hit a wall, something deep within Thomas that still tried to resist them, and so they were forced to work with what they had. But that didn't mean they wouldn't push the boy. Right to the very limit.

[color=violet]"Out of[/color] [color=goldenrod][i]our way.[/i]"[/color]

There was a dark undertone to Thomas' voice, in fact it almost sounded as though another voice was interlocked with his, as he icily uttered a command filled with such pure malice that it could make even a ghost tremble in fear. While his morphed hand continued to resist the goliath's swing, his other was raised straight forward to shoulder level to receive his glaive, as it materialised in a flash of violet and black. But it had received some changes as well. Though the form of the original glaive was still clearly there, its vibrant blades were now extended far, far outward by menacing shadow. Now the naginata was the weapon to be put to shame in terms of sheer length, not to mention the flickering flame-like texture of that keenly edged darkness that instantly gave away another facet of its deadly properties.

A familiar and overwhelming feeling came over Thomas now, an acute and searing pain that rung out through his entire body, coursing through as though his insides were being burnt to ashes. This level of exertion and power wasn't sustainable, he was at his absolute limit. For the Eyes, it was now or ever. The Violet let out a bestial cry, if not a roar, as he heaved the great weapon up high, so as not to chop himself to pieces in the process of using it, and hurled it forward into a spin. It would spiral, gradually at first but rapidly growing into lethal momentum, with mortal intent to rip right through the avatar of Nephy's father, and then collide into Nephuna herself. There was no care, no consideration to the others around them. Not Katie, not Kanbaru, not Akiko, not the newcomers, not even Riku. The Eyes did not bat even a glance at them, they didn't value them in the slightest. They just wanted to see their enemy suffer.